Where are my keys?
Where are my keys?
Thus far, we have ascertained that my keys are not:
Thus far, we have ascertained that my keys are not:
- in the pocket of the pants I wore yesterday
- in the front door
- On the shelf next to the door
- on my desk
- on the coffee table
- on the couch
- in the couch (the couch eats things. I think my late grandmother's in there.)
- on the counter where I put groceries
- on the kitchen table
- in the refrigerator
- on the sink in the bathroom
- on the floor around the toilet
- on the nightstand
- on any of the bookshelves
- in the truck (where I left the passenger door unlocked)
Sitting here thinking. Wondering where the fuck they could be. Starting to get concerned that in some fit of lunacy if I threw them in the garbage, which I took to the dumpster this morning....
Update:
- Not in any of the dresser drawers
- Not in any of the drawers in the bathroom.
- Not behind the bookshelves
- Not behind the computer monitor or printer
- Not in those little side pockets on the door of the truck
- Not in the kitchen cabinets
- Not in the cabinet on the desk
- Not in the Pen Cup
- Not on top, underneath or behind the computer
- Not in the medicine cabinet
- Not behind the microwave
Update:
- Not behind any of the furniture
- A second search of the innards of the couch yielded nothing
- I don't know why I'd put my keys under the teevee, but they weren't there, either.
- The city won't search the sewers to see if I somehow flushed my keys down the toilet.
Finale (Here there be spoilers):
- The keys, my friends, were on the window sill behind the sink in the kitchen. I was unloading groceries last night, and I must have set them there, carrying food into said kitchen.
Thanks for playing; winning bets must be redeemed before doors close of business at 2 AM....
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