Dropping the keys

I was leaving the house one morning and I had my hands full. I had my purse, my car keys, my phone, and a coffee grinder that I borrowed from a friend. I did not put the small items in my purse because they were going to be used in the car, so there wasn’t a point. The coffee grinder didn’t fit in my purse, but, don’t worry, I was not planning on using it in the car.

I picked up my house keys. I dropped my car keys. Ok, fine. At least it wasn’t my phone. I took about 5 steps while trying to put the house keys in my purse. Down went the car keys again. At least it wasn’t the borrowed coffee grinder. I opened the door to leave. The car keys were on the ground again. Did someone oil them today?

I managed to get to the car without anymore incidents. I called a friend during my drive and told her about the dropping of the keys. Basically, the response was to tell me to take a deep breath and the day would get better. Ok. I can do that. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I parked at work. I took the keys out of the ignition and dropped them on the floor of the car, between my feet.

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