Well, it happened, again.
Getting ready to go to the market; put my shoes on; grabbed my wallet; my phone; my hat; plastic grocery bags; my sunglasses; my keys…
Where the heck are my keys?
Not on the hook. Not on the counter. Not on the bed. Arg! The floor. Under the bed. My pockets. In my office. The living room. The kitchen. Nowhere!
Oh, duh. I might’ve left them in the door when I came back from my morning walk. Nope! Not there either.
Ok. Check outside. The porch. The stairs. The yard. Again, nope.
Hmmm… Maybe I left them in the car. I go to the car, open it. I check the floorboards, the seats, and the crevices between the seats where everything falls. Still, nothing.
Frustrated, I sit back in the driver’s seat and start the car to listen to some relaxing music. A moment after the music hit my ears a thought hits my brain — how did I just start the car?
With my keys.
The keys that were in my hand the entire time I was looking for them.
Yup. That just happened.
Lon Casler Bixby is a professional photographer and published author in various genres: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, Photography, & Comic Books.
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