Daily Prompt: Don’t touch my things

Lock

“Where’s my keys?”

“No idea.”

“But I opened the door with them when we came home.”

“I don’t know where you put your keys. Have a look in your handbag.”

“I always leave them in the door when I come home. I don’t put them in my handbag.”

“Well have a good look, you are always mislaying something. Perhaps they are in the bathroom.”

“I am not in the habit of putting my keys in the bathroom.”

“But you went to the bathroom when we came home, and probably put them on the side of the sink. Humans are creatures of strange habits sometimes.”

“I am not in the habit of putting my keys on the sink in the bathroom, I always put them in the door when I come home. And before you ask, I had a look in the bathroom just to keep you happy, and they are not there.”

“Then try the bed.”

“I do not put my keys on the bed.”

“But you did last week when you came home from a walk.”

“That was last week and I immediately put them in the front door afterwards. They were only a few minutes on the bed while I was changing my shoes.”

“And you went to the bathroom afterwards”

“Are you now following me around?”

“Just trying to help. I don’t know why I bother. No thanks or appreciation. They are your keys, not mine.”

“And you always find your keys of course.”

“No need to get iffy with me. You mislaid your keys, it is not my fault.”

“Ok Mr. Clever, so where are your keys?”

Where they always are of course. In my jacket pocket.”

“Which jacket pocket. You have at least three jackets hanging on coat hangers.”

“Obviouly in the pocket of the jacket I was wearing last.”

“You mean the leather jacket.”

“Of course.”

“OK, show me.”

“Am I now under interrogation just because you forgot where you put your key?”

“I did not forget where I put my key. I always put in the door when I come home and now it is not there.”

“My door key is in the pocket of my leather jacket, here. Oh, it was, did you remove it?”

“Sorry,  I do not put my hands in your jacket pockets, that would be meddling.”

“Take that silly smile off your face. I remember it was raining and was wearing my raincoat. Look here the are – or that is where they should be.”

“Well, two choices out of three and now there in only one jacket left, the light sommer jacket.”

“Of course, it was a warm day and I chose that jacket. Look, there are my keys.”

“Not quite, they are my keys.”

“You see, you put them in my jacket.”

“No way, I never put my hand in your jacket pocket, too much respect for the contents. At least I now have my keys, which you put mistkenly in your own jacket pocket, but where are your keys?”

“Just a minute, I have found them.”

“Strange, two sets of keys in the same jacket pocket: your set and my set. Humans are creatures of habit I suppose.”

Daily Prompt: Don’t touch my things

16 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Don’t touch my things

  1. My mother could never find her reading glasses. She got absolutely frantic about them. When I got old enough, I’d point out that no one but her could see through them, so no one took them. She totally ignored me. Irrational is irrational. She usually found them. Eventually, she owned at least three or four pairs of them, and a chain around her neck, just in case. We have a special key hook in the front hall. The keys go there. Always. There. Never anywhere else.

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    • I am often on the search for my mobile phone. There are times when I have to ask Mr. Swiss to call me, and then it begins to ring somewhere strange. Summer is no problem, my shorts have nice roomy pockets and I put the phone in the pocket.
      I always put my key in the door when I come home. If one of us is away the door is blocked, so we put the key on a cupboard opposite the door. However, there are times, due to habit, that a key might possible disappear to the wrong place – no problem, we always know where to look 🙂

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  2. Story of my life – especially bought a metal key-box in the shape of an English letter box – but guess whose keys exclusively ALWAYS are stored there? Yeah, not HIS… 🙂

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    • I always keep my keys in the same place. They are either in my bag or hang in the door, unless someone might take them out of the door thinking they might be his. I have a Jacky Maeder key ring and he has a Swiss army knife. They do look different.

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      • I have a key ring with both the house and car keys on it. The keys to other exterior doors, like the garage and the study, are on there, too. David has a set almost exactly like mine. He has some that I don’t need or want, like to his friend’s business establishment. We keep them on a shelf in the room that exits into the carport and almost always remember to take them when we go outside. Hopefully if we forget them and lock ourselves out it will be a day our daughter is home and she can let us back in. 🙂

        Years ago, we once locked our car keys, both sets, inside the car while we were in town. That was certainly an adventure. Thankfully, though it could still happen, it is a bit more difficult to lock myself out of my car these days because of electronic locks.

        Have you ever found your keys in the refrigerator or freezer? We have. How they got in there is anybody’s guess.

        At least life isn’t boring. 🙂 Have a blessed day.

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        • I am glad when I find my keys no matter where they are. Another problem is leaving them in the door and going to bed. Son No. 1 goes out in the evening and comes home in the early morning hours and cannot open the door because there is a key hanging in the lock. So one of us has to get up and open the door.

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