Hmm...
I know they are around here somewhere! On the nightstand? No.
I checked my pockets. Not there either.
Damn. I locked 'em in the car.
I need those keys. But that freakin car is sitting there. Doing no good to me with the keys stuck in the ignition and no way of me getting them out or me getting in. Crapola!
I am looking through the glass and there they are. Damn. How could I be so absent minded? Something so important that I failed to recognize that they are something I need so badly to get along and around in this world.
I get out the old trusty clothes hanger and bend it into shape and LO AND BEHOLD...the doors are designed in such a way to prevent that intrusion.
Finally, in all frustration...in all frustration I break the glass.
