The Key Dance
So I walked up to the front door, with stuff in my hands, and reached in my pocket for the keys. Oops, not there. Transfer stuff to other hand, reach in that pocket for the keys. Eh? Not there either? Okay, transfer stuff back to other hand, check first pocket again.
Then I look down at the stuff I’ve been transferring from hand to hand and realize, it’s my keys.
Posted by Dan Hallock | Filed under Anecdotes
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2 Responses to “The Key Dance”
March 26th, 2009 at 03:19
So funny (and so familiar)!
March 26th, 2009 at 03:29
Phew! At least I know it's not just me…
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