I have decided that I shouldn’t talk about much of anything for a while, lest the topic become a self-fulfilling prophecy. I had a conversation recently about being stuck briefly in an elevator when I was ten years old, then I proceeded to check into a hotel last week with an elevator issue that eventually caused a baker’s dozen of my colleagues to spend close to an hour–you guessed it–stuck in an elevator. (They’re fine, and I’m glad they’re fine. I’m also glad I wasn’t with them, though.)
My next conversation had to do with my memory. I have a very strong autobiographical memory. It’s not something I can explain, and it’s not Marilu-Henner-style perfect, but it’s pretty good. However, I did mention–during two separate conversations about the issue–that I can misplace my keys just as easily as the next person. Laugh, snicker, chuckle. I was quick to recall that the last time I had locked myself out of the house was in 1998, when I didn’t have the option of grabbing a cell phone to call anyone for help. That afternoon, I tried the credit card trick…something I had only seen in movies. I was shocked when the door popped right open. I ran in the house, grabbed my keys, and I was on my way.
Yes, I was on a nearly twenty-year winning streak when it came to locking myself out of the house.
That is, until this morning.
Yep, I finally did it. Walked right out the front door, pulled it shut behind me, and immediately realized where my keys were…on the sofa. The credit card trick wasn’t going to work on this one. This time, though, I had a cell phone, sent a few messages, and found a locksmith.
This whole situation brought me to two conclusions:
- My memory isn’t good for anything more than a side-show attraction at social gatherings, and…
- I’m in the wrong business. Locksmiths make good money. And for good reason.
You can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be paranoid about where my keys are tomorrow morning.
On the photography front…I haven’t taken many new photos lately, but I did catch a pretty nice sunset a few weeks ago.
I think I’ll take the camera out again this evening, though, to try to let this Monday-est of Mondays drift away…