I'd gotten out of my car. I was carrying my normal collection of six different things. I walked across a xeroscaped hill. Then, when I was almost to the sidewalk, I put my phone in my pocket (but really i just dropped it in the rocks).
Then I walked half a mile. Checked my email. Realized it wasn't it my pocket. Walked the half a mile back. Searched in the rocks for a while.
Just when I was about to give up... I looked over my right shoulder--and there it was: Face down (Its scotch tape glinting in the sun).
I'm so happy.