Couldn’t find my phone yesterday morning. I definitely remembered having it in the car on the way home from the kids’ swim lesson, so I knew I hadn’t left it. “Find my iPhone” told me the phone was on the blacktop of the elementary school, about 1000 feet from my house. What? Why? Then a few minutes later the location updated to the driveway of a bank, closer to my house but in the other direction. So I went over to the bank and looked around in the driveway, even peering into the garbage shed and seeing if my phone was in their dumpster.
But why did I do that? It was terrible reason. There was no chain of events leaving my phone at the bank, or at the school, which wasn’t incredibly a prior unlikely. I should have reasoned: “The insistence of Find my iPhone that my phone is at the bank drastically increases the probability my phone is at the bank, but that probability started out so tiny that it remains tiny, and the highest-expected-utility use of my time is to keep looking around my house and my car until I find it.”
Anyway, it was in the basement.