I can never find a hammer. Or a shovel, for that matter. I’ve got one around here someplace, but that doesn’t get the ditch nailed.
One day I couldn’t stand it anymore — I was spending way more time looking for hammers than I was using them. So I went down to the hardware store and bought five hammers: four unpretentious Chinese hammers that they were practically giving away, and one nice American one. (This was in the days when the Chinese could build hammers but not crescent wrenches. Things are a lot better now.)