Today I am wearing a pair of jeans that are, well, uncomfortably tight in the crotch. The jeans are French.
I'm not trying to imply anything, just stating fact.
You know, if some people would answer their phone, they might not have to resort to painting cyanide-laced portraits of Dorian Grey.
I've forgotten to bring my tea mug to work. Once I forgot to put my wedding ring back on after a shower. But I can't imagine forgetting about landing gear.