What's in the garage?

I just went to the garage to do something. The automatic light came on, or at least it must have, because I wasn't standing in the dark. I was standing in front of the door between our two cars, and I found myself wondering, why am I here?

The only thing that made sense was that I was here to get a beer, so I headed to the fridge and grabbed one.

As I head back, my wife opens the door and pokes her head in and looks at me.

"Just went to grab a beer," I say, as if I've done something wrong.

"Oh, I was like where the hell did he just go?"

I go back inside, grab the bottle opener, and open the beer. I take a sip, and as I sit down at the counter and put my hands on the keyboard, I remember what I'd actually gone into the garage to do.

"I need to go back to the garage," I say.