As I pulled into the parking lot at work this morning, I received a rather familiar frantic phone call from Dr. K (the roommate).
Dr K: I can’t find my car keys. They were on the kitchen counter and now they’re not. And I don’t know where they went!
Me: Did you put them in your work bag when you were getting ready? Did they fall off the counter?
Dr. K: No. And they’re not on the floor.
Me: Okay. ….you didn’t leave them in the car ignition again did you?
Dr. K: No.
Me: Did they get shoved under the paper work on the kitchen table?
Dr. K: No.
Me: Are you sure you didn’t put them in your work bag?
Dr. K: Yes I’m sure, I already checked.
Me: ….You’re not holding the keys in your other hand are you?
Dr. K: What? NO! This isn’t funny! I can’t find my keys, what am I supposed to do???
Me: Search the house until you find them. Are you positive didn’t drop them in your work bag?
Dr. K: Argh! I can’t deal with you right now. Bye
2 mins and 37 seconds later (not that I was counting or anything) I got a text message
Dr. K
They were in my work bag. thx.
For the record, I hadn’t even had my morning cup of coffee yet.
Angry Bear = 1
Dr. K = 0
I’d tell you it was psychic intuition or some other bullshit, except that Dr. K tends to “misplace” her car keys in her work bag every other week or so.
