You know how sometimes you’re excited about something like, say, the last day of school? How sometimes you’re more excited than you thought you were? How sometimes you get into the restaurant where you’re meeting your colleagues for breakfast, you sit down with the menu, then idly wonder where your car keys are? How you start ferreting in your various pockets, then more frantically in your purse, looking for those keys? How you then dump the contents of your purse on the table, while people sitting near you look on with more and more concern? How you finally decide that you must have left them in the ignition of your car so you run out into the parking lot, hoping that your car is still there, since you obviously made it so very easy for someone to steal it? How you get to your locked car and peer inside at no keys in the ignition and then have a REAL panicky thought that you have absolutely NO IDEA where those keys are? Then how you reflexively put your hands in the pockets of your hoodie – and place your left hand directly on the no-longer-missing keys? And then how you have to go back into the restaurant and sheepishly tell your colleagues that yes, you found your car keys right in the pocket where you always put them after you lock your car?
No? You don’t know what that’s like?
It must be just me, then.