“getting colder…”


5 September 2008

I am notorious among my close friends for losing a variety of important items on a semi-regular basis, namely: my wallet, my cell phone, and car keys. Usually while frantically searching about for one [or all] of these things, I’ll make some sort of remark about how nice it would be if they all had some sort of chip installed in or on them so that I could easily track them from some sort of GPS device. Considering, that is, I don’t misplace the GPS device.

Among this troika of items the frequency at which I lose my keys is the highest. And keys are perhaps the most frustrating of the three to misplace because they are the most necessary to get from one place to the next in a car. I mean, I don’t need a phone to drive to the market, and, I suppose I could drive illegally without my wallet [it wouldn't be Right, but it would certainly be possible].

Even more frustrating is the moment when I actually do find my keys, since this is when my absent-mindedness is most illumined. Out of the many, many times I have misplaced them, the majority of times I’ve discovered them in a pocket of the very jeans I was wearing.

The location that second-most-oftly serves as a hiding place for my keys?

The refrigerator.