When I got home after my first day, I was horrified to discover I didn't have my housekeys on me. Or my bag. Fuck I lost my keys. Where was the last time I saw it? At the locker room at work. Hold on, I may have left it in my chef's trousers and then handed the garment back to housekeeping for laundry. So I call the Sheraton and asked to be connected to the laundry section. I explained my predicament to the lady who answered and she told me to ring back in 10 minutes, because the trousers are in the drier and the cycle will soon finish. She can tell me then if she's found it. When I called back she said they weren't there. I said, they must be still hanging on my locker then. She sent someone to check my locker after I gave her my number and they found it! We decided to leave the locker unlocked* with my keys in it to pick up in the morning when I return to work.
Meanwhile I was still locked out of my apartment until my sister gets home. With about 40 minutes to kill, I decided to pass the time checking out the specials at my local Aldi supermarket. There I ran into an old friend and we ended up chatting over coffee for over an hour.
Forgetting my keys allowed that to happen.
*Note: Is there anything as unfulfilled as an unlocked locker? An unsung song? An untold tale? yeah, whatever, I can tell I'm losing audience interest, hence presenting it as a footnote.
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