Today I questioned my sanity. I sincerely wondered what was going on in my head.
Exhibit A is the remote door unlockerdoohickey for my car. You will notice from the image that it is not attached to the attendant ignition key. That is because the loop for the key ring has broken1 and for now it’s a separate entity.
When I got out of my car at lunch time, I fumbled around putting various things back into my pockets: wallet, phone, pen, iPod, keys. Then I tried to lock the car. I say “tried” because I couldn’t find the remote.
This was odd because I’d just had it in my pocket. Where was it? I looked around, felt in my pockets, checked my shirt pocket, looked on the ground, even got down on my knees to look under the car.
At this point, I started to swear out loud. Something along the lines of, “Gawdammit! Where the hell is the remote?” except I didn’t get past “Gawdammit!” when the bloody thing goes clattering on the ground from where I’d been holding it between my lips.
What a bonehead.
- Again. You can see how many times this has been JB Welded back into place [↩]