Drawing a Blank
February 24, 2009
Car keys… Where are those stupid things?
I fling my purse over my shoulder and begin to hunt.
Jacket pockets? Nope.
Think damn it; you’re going to be late.
Bedroom, on the dresser?
Crap, not there either.
Where the hell did I put them?
I went to the post office, maybe in the kitchen?
Shit, shit, shit… I’m going to be so late.
“Honey, what are you looking for?”
“My keys.”
“You mean the ones attached to the strap of your purse?”
I grab the missing keys.
Crap, I’m going to be so freakin’ late.
