It's comical how I get so uptight and nervous when I approach two inanimate objects .....
..... garbage dumpsters and storm water grates.
Afraid that I'll drop my keys and they'll be lost forever.
Even if they are secure in my pocket, it's like I'm worried that they'll pop out.
I don't feel truly at peace unless the keys are safe at home, hanging from the reserved hook in the kitchen.
Because if you don't have your keys, you truly have nothing!!
Imagine if I was one of those guys who wears his thirty-eight keys on a loop attached to his belt.
It's bad enough worrying about my six or seven .....
...... one or two that I don't even remember what they are for.
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