I recall precisely the last time I touched it. I wasn't outside, I was in my room. I remember feeling the bendy plastic and staring at the thin magnetic strip. These things are made so cheap, I could practically rub it off with my thumb. Fucking banks. I hate them.
This was a brand new ATM card, too. I had ordered it three weeks ago after the one I'd been using got demagnetized - most likely by the internal magnetics of my work badges.
But it was a Saturday. So that suggests a zero percent chance that I left my ATM card - or anything else - behind at the office.

All my cards typically live on my bed or in yesterday's pants pockets over the weekend until magically they're all in Monday's pants pockets. Pant pockets? Pants pockets. Monday's pants's pockets.

Anyway, I'm screwed. I can retrace my steps if you want but that won't do much good since I first noticed it missing two weeks ago.

Yes, it has taken me a long time to deal with this urgent situation. Don't bug me about it. I thought maybe it was just a "phase" my ATM card was going through but no, it's lost. It's gone.