I think this "curse" is spreading to us cousins. Let me tell you a story that happened a week ago.
To make sure I don't lose or misplace them, I always place my house keys in my right, front pocket. Always. Always. Always. I don't deviate. The only time they are removed is on Sunday when I do laundry. They go into a kitchen drawer on a hook until they go into another pair of pants. This hasn't changed in decades. When I unlock my door, before I even open it, I put the keys back in my right, front pocket.
So, a week ago, I'm subbing and my keys are in my right front pocket all day long. I get home and reach in for them and they're gone. I turn out all the pockets I have, on my jeans and my coat. Regarding the latter, I pull out my mittens and sunglasses and turn the lining inside out. I check everything, including my lunch bag. The keys are gone. I got to my neighbors to use their cellphone (I don't have one - call me untrendy) and call a friend who has an extra set. He shows up, drops them off and takes off. The key doesn't work. I call him again from my neighbors' cellphone and get his voicemail. While I wait, my hands get cold. I reach into my pockets for my mittens and there, on top of one are my keys. I had pulled the mittens out earlier, as I said, and nothing else was in that pocket. When I go back into my house I check my voicemails on my landline; no messages, But when I check caller ID, during the time I was locked out of my house........I had called myself two times.
Explanations, anyone?
Gerard
