We have a pocket issue here. Miguel has too many and I don't have enough.
Miguel wears those shorts with pockets on the side, on the back, and down at the bottom of the legs. The flaps are held closed by velcro, supposedly. It must be the way I dry the shorts, because the velcro doesn't seem to work and the pockets are never closed. Miguel stuffs the pockets with his wallet and lottery tickets, and pieces of this and that that he gathers throughout the day. The pockets gape open and stuff falls out.
I find coins in the hammock, in the couch, and in the washing machine. I have washed more pieces of kleenex than I care to remember - what a mess that makes. I do a search of the pockets before I do the laundry, but with so many to check, I guess I overlook some.
Miguel's wallet has fallen out of his gaping pockets several times while riding on the golf cart. Twice he got it back, once after it had been gone for more than a week. The last time he wasn't so lucky - he lost $200 and all his id.
I've tried to help him with the pocket situation, but it's hopeless. Miguel is like an absent-minded professor when it comes to putting stuff into his pockets. He's not paying attention, he just sort of aims in the direction of the pocket and hopefully the item gets placed in there and stays there.
Me - I need more pockets. A couple of my favorite pairs of shorts do not have any pockets, so there's nowhere to put those little things I pick up from the floor. I've found that cleaning floors goes a lot better when you have pockets. Most of my pockets seem to end up with balls of lint - I don't know how it got there...lint seems to reproduce here.
The worst pocket issue is when we are rushing to catch the ferry and Miguel can't find his ferry ticket. He pulls out all the contents of all his pockets, shuffles through the papers, and doesn't find the ticket until we almost miss the ferry.
Now I am in charge of ferry tickets - we can't take the stress any more.