I've looked in all my pockets. They are no where to be found. Damn! I must have done it again. One other time I rode off with them on the seat. That day I had backtracked all the way to the courthouse, but found them wedged between Billie's rear seat and top case. Today, after checking my pockets for what seems the one thousandth time, I look there. No luck.
I take out my cellphone and call Heather. Maybe she found them in the alley when she left for work. Chances of this are remote, but what can it hurt? She hadn't, but bless her heart she offers to drive home and look for them. Her work schedule is more flexible than mine. I know this makes perfect sense. Still I feel bad for putting her through all this hassle.
It is the change of seasons and the gear I'm wearing is changing, too. I know this is a time when things are more likely to get misplaced. I've been through this before and I sure thought I was being careful.
Being my compulsive self, I look through my pockets one more time. And surprise, there they are. There are my keys; the condo key, the garage key, the key to the top case, and all my other keys. Of course, they are right in the pocket where I thought they would be to begin with. How does that happen?
Immediately I call Heather. Luckily, she hadn't left. Oh well, I just love beginning my day with an adrenaline rush and feeling like a fool...not really.