The other day I’m rushing to leave. Staff is here to cover my shift at work, and I can’t find my keys. Not just my personal keys but my work keys. The keys that open the office. The keys that open the prescription meds, over the counter meds, and first aid boxes. The keys that I will get in serious trouble for losing.
I look everywhere. I look as long as I can, but I have to leave.
I go upstairs to change and ask hubby to come down and cut the padlocks on the med boxes so they can be accessed.
Then I unhook my bra and crash, the keys fall to the floor.
These are not a small amount of keys, they fill my hand. And yet, I lost them for forty-five minutes in my bra.
Where is the strangest place you’ve found your keys?