Paul Bremmer has always had a propensity for losing things.  I remember when he visited Nar and me when we lived in Austin.  He was looking to hire some help for the rebuilding of Iraq and brought copies of his application with him for me to peruse.  It had the typical questions like:

1. Are you a Republican?
2. Would you do everthing within your power to help the President avoid responsibilty for this massive catastrophe?
3. Do you oppose abortion?
4. Are you gay? 
5. Are you sure?
6. Can you assist in transporting tons of cash?
7. Since this employment opportunity does not require fluent Arabic skills, can you communicate effectively using hand gestures?
8. Have you, or would you ever, do anything to embolden the terrorists (i.e., utilize your right to free speech, question any mission assigned to you, become disagreeable, etc.)?
9. Would you jump at the chance to convert Muslims to the correct religion of Christianity? 
10. Do you think a lot?

Well, long story short, Paul left the application at a local restaurant, and it literally took us hours before we found it again.  And of course, he didn’t make copies because, well, Paul’s definition of preparedness is:  knock it down then re-do it from scratch! 

Anyway, it finally got out about the 363 tons of cash.  In the interest of full disclosure, I was in Iraq when he realized he lost it.  He just stood by the front door, patting down his body, mumbling.

Paul:  I know I left it right over here.

Boo:  Well, where did you see it last?

Paul:  If I knew that, I would know where it is!

Boo:  No need to yell.

Paul:  Sorry.  It’s just so frustrating!  … I know I left it right here.  I remember thinking I’d leave it by the front door so I’d remember it.

Boo:  Try retracing your steps.

And it went on and on like that for hours, but we never found that 363 tons of cash.  We looked everywhere - under the bed, in the closet, under the seats of the Hummer.  That damn cash was nowhere to be found!  Too bad too … he was going to treat for lunch that day …