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things i did this evening
1. Lost at curling, alas.
2. Went to Barnes & Noble "on the way" home, because Borders "on the way" to curling had proved to have an incredibly shitty fiction-and-literature section, go figure? Got two books, so I'm pretty well through being acquisitive now. :-)
3. Got parking when I came home.
4. Put my hand in my coat pocket and realized there were no keys there.
I'm confident I left them at the curling club, though I'ma keep calling up there until I get someone having just come off the ice in the late draw so I can be sure. If they're not there, I'll ... panic, I suppose, and head back over to the B&N, but how can they possibly have chosen that parking lot to fall out of my pocket and not any other place -- they must never have been in my pocket to begin with. [eta: Got through to the late draw, and it turns out smart girl left the keys in the lock of her locker. Huge relief. Will stop and retrieve them "on the way" to work tomorrow, when I know the building will be open because the figure skaters practice at even sillier hours than the hockey players.] But how am I here telling you this?, I hear you ask: it is because I have spare keys with a neighbor who was still awake and answered the phone, whose spare keys I also have, which is the smartest decision ever.
2. Went to Barnes & Noble "on the way" home, because Borders "on the way" to curling had proved to have an incredibly shitty fiction-and-literature section, go figure? Got two books, so I'm pretty well through being acquisitive now. :-)
3. Got parking when I came home.
4. Put my hand in my coat pocket and realized there were no keys there.
I'm confident I left them at the curling club, though I'ma keep calling up there until I get someone having just come off the ice in the late draw so I can be sure. If they're not there, I'll ... panic, I suppose, and head back over to the B&N, but how can they possibly have chosen that parking lot to fall out of my pocket and not any other place -- they must never have been in my pocket to begin with. [eta: Got through to the late draw, and it turns out smart girl left the keys in the lock of her locker. Huge relief. Will stop and retrieve them "on the way" to work tomorrow, when I know the building will be open because the figure skaters practice at even sillier hours than the hockey players.] But how am I here telling you this?, I hear you ask: it is because I have spare keys with a neighbor who was still awake and answered the phone, whose spare keys I also have, which is the smartest decision ever.