So, yesterday I stood in front of my apartment door with an expression on my face like "I definitely put them in my bag," rummaging through it like an archaeologist hoping to dig up artifacts.
The bag, of course, mockingly spat out everything except the keys: a receipt from the store from 2019 - please, a pack of gum without gum - good for you, even some mysterious bolt (where did it even come from?!), but not the keys.😂😏

And then the quest began. I rummaged through my pockets, remembered all the places I had been during the day.

I checked my shoes (because, you never know, maybe I had already reached the level of fatigue when you can put the keys in your shoe). No.😂 I looked at the doormat, because maybe they just magically appeared there. Again, no.

And then the most terrible thought loomed on the horizon: “What if I left them inside the apartment?”

And now I, confident that my life is over, sadly lean against the door, mentally preparing to call my neighbor and ask if he has a crowbar.

But at the most dramatic moment, when I was already imagining myself spending the night on the landing, a brilliant idea came to me - to look in the hood of my jacket. Of course, that's where the keys were.

Because it's logical to hide them there.😂😂😂

I still can't remember how they ended up there)))😏

So, if you are one of those who also regularly searches in this world not only for their other half, but also for keys, a phone or glasses (which are on their head) - we will definitely find a common language.🤗

Do you also have such stories when the brain takes a day off at the most inopportune moment?

Or are you one of those ideal people who always find everything the first time?

Waiting for an answer. If anything, I'll check in the hood, maybe it's already there. 😄😂

P.S. Have you ever locked your keys inside your apartment, looking at them through the peephole?
If yes, please accept my sincere condolences.
If not, congratulations, you still have a chance to never know what real pain is! 😆