That d@mned car roof thing is a pain. I made it a rule to never place anything on the roof. Got home from work one day a while ago, unloaded grocery bags, etc., put my belly pack on the roof, went upstairs, put down all my stuff, and wondered where the gun was. Looked all through the grocery bags, etc, and finally went out onto the balcony and looked, and there it was, still on the roof. Scurry-hurry back downstairs to retrieve it. (Phew!)
Left my cane up there once while getting into the car, drove down the street and heard this clattering behind me. Looked in mirror, saw my cane bouncing/sliding along.
Friend left his cell phone on my roof once when we went to dinner. It was a pretty windy day. I went back outside after a while to get something from the car, saw the cell phone lying there on the ground in the next parking slot, brought it in, was going to turn it in to the restaurant Maitre D', but brought it back to our table to show it off and mention how stupid some people could be. Fortunately, the words were just coming out of my mouth when he said, "Hey, that's my cell phone!"
Couldn't call it smart luck that my mouth was still shut, so it must've been plain ole dumb luck.