Car keys… Where are those stupid things?
Jacket pockets?
Nope.
Think darn it; you’re going to be late.
Bedroom, on the dresser?
Crap, not there either.
Where in the world did I put them?
I went to the post office, maybe in the
kitchen?
Crap, crap, crap … I’m going to be so late.
“Honey, what
are you looking for?”
“My keys.”
“You mean the ones attached to the strap of your
purse?”
I grab the missing keys.
Crap, I’m going to be so freakin’ late.
