I have lost a bloody car key.
For those of you that know me in real life, this is not likely to come as a great surprise. Oddly, if you add up all the time that I have spent looking for keys during my lifetime, the total is actually marginally longer than I have actually lived.
Ususally, a good 20 minutes is all it takes to turn up the key. It is usually in some painfully obvious place, and generally is discovered by my Significant Other, who will produce it with some innocuous remark like: "Is this what you're looking for." That is what she says out loud, but eh subtext is more like: "You excuse for a man. Why did I choose you, when there are men better equiped to defend me against the neighbouring tribe." Oddly, when she finds the keys, I do not fill with gratitude, but rather with raging resentment.
Anyway, even she hasn't been able to find them today, which gives me a rather twisted sense of triumph.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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