Losing It?

I’ve been having trouble with keys lately. About a month ago I lost an important set and spent the next two weeks searching my house, car, office and even garbage. At one point, the lost set was the last thing I thought about before I slept and the first thing I thought about when I awoke. Then one day a co-worker came down to the newsroom after our receptionist had left and asked me where the lost and found is located. I didn’t know where the lost and found was, I told him. He had lost his car keys and was hoping someone turned them in. Before we could finish our conversation, a co-worker from his department came down with his keys. He had dropped them in the trash pail.

The next day I asked our receptionist where the lost and found is located and before I could finish my sentence she pulled my lost set of keys out of her desk. I was thrilled to get them back, but kind of worried that it had never occurred to me to check our lost and found.

Last night I got in my vehicle to go home, pulled my key chain out to start the car and realized the car key was not on the chain because I had gotten my car serviced earlier in the day. I had forgotten to put the key back on my chain and was hoping I had left it somewhere in my desk. I searched the desk, but no luck. I also searched the vehicle, my briefcase and every inch between my vehicle and my office. I checked lost and found and asked the cleaning woman if she had found a key. After about an hour, I called my wife who wondered why I waited so long. She and my son, a new driver, were more than happy to bring me the spare key.

This morning I noticed my key chain, including the spare my wife had brought me the night before, sitting on the kitchen counter. I thought it was strange because I usually leave them with my wallet and phone in another room downstairs. Mary and the kids leave before I get up. They must have used my keys and left them on the counter.

When I arrived at work I was happy to learn someone had found my missing car key in the parking lot and turned it in. I called my wife to tell her the good news.
“Why were my keys on the kitchen counter this morning,?” I asked.
“Danny found them in the front door. You never took them out and they were in there all night,” she replied.

Let me know what you think.