I recently got a new key, and it makes the car go forwards and backwards.
It’s quite the powerful key.
Anyway, I have noticed a pattern in my reaction to this key.
I drive along in the car belting out Herman’s Hermits or whatever else is playing on the 2 radio stations this not-as-tiny-as-the-last-town tiny town…
…and panic sets in.
WHERE ARE MY KEYS???!!!!
The world begins to make less sense without something so normal in my hand. To continue this break down to hysteria, I begin to grapple for anything familiar. My wallet.
Now here’s the actual situation:
Are you seeing where I am going here? Without someone else in the car to point out that I am simply daft, this downward spiral into self-pitying, straight-jacket-worthy insanity has nothing to do but escalate until FINALLY a moment occurs that I check the ignition.
Then this happens:
And don’t even get me started on where my cell phone goes off to while I am talking to someone on the phone.