Thoroughly Impossible, But it Happened...

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No,  I did not have conjugal relations with a Norwegian Princess on her personal Helicopter,  but that would be OK.

Actually,  it was another ordinary morning.  Let the Dðg out,  made a coffee,  and ran some laundry.

Then I'm liek,  "OK,  it is Wednesday,  so I should drive over to the BBQ guy and get some Ribs,  or Chicken,  or Brisket..."

However,  the truck keys are nowhere to be found.  I looked here and there,  checked the pockets of my trousers,  looked under the bed,  inspected the Dög bed area (he's been known to grab stuff once in a while).  Anyway, they were not in the place that I most certainly left them,  on the bedside table.  They are just  VANISHED .

So instead,  some outdoor work,  then Lunch,  Dõg Lunch,  and I know the BBQ dude is usually gone by 2 PM.  No way I'll visit until Sunday.  Not a big deal;  I've got a backup vehicle,  the Truck keys will show up soon enough,  plenty of Food in the fridge.

And then,  a few minutes ago,  I come upstairs to grab a different jacket,  and the damn Keys are laying right upon the bedsheet.  I know they were not there earlier,  and the Dœg did not Prank me (outdoors all AM) and it was not mice or chipmunks, or Birds.

Mind you,  I'm not inebriated in any way,  other than Coffee  and some food,  not ganja food.  No Wine,  no Whiskey,  nothing.

The darn Keys simply vanished,  and then re-materialized.  And this is why I still believe that our 3D reality construct is merely Silly Putty.

Unbelievable, Stu, enjoy the brisket.

Now,  it's not unusual for me to misplace some object (I'm AARP age-bracket) or even forget to pay a bill.  However,  I never lose the truck keys.

So my pronoiac mindset tells me "You just were not supposed to be driving there at that time"  and the helpful 4-D Gnomes snatched the keys away to prevent that potential wreck with the Piranha - infested neon waste Shark-tank truck.

Thats why I leave my keys in the car at all times. If I lived in the city I'd take them out of the car but living in the middle of no where..My thought process goes like this: if you came all that way just to steal my ride you must need that car more than me. Ghosts suck…

Wormholes.

I have never lost my car keys.

Yet.

Knock on wood.

They are always in one of three places - car ignition, right pants pocket, or, when I put said pants in the laundry, the shelf of the piano which is right by the door.

 

>>>>> that potential wreck with the Piranha - infested neon waste Shark-tank truck.

That was a bad one. The guy who had to go when you were spared was crushed in the accident, mutilated by fish, drowned, and permanently dyed orange.

So thank your lucky stars.

Me too, Surfdead.  Yet..

I just found my father's lost keys. Center console at night

They are generally in the ignition about 97 % of the time.  So I never have to look for them.  Anyway,  I locked it because I had parked up by the barns last night,  not that anyone comes out in the boonies looking for vehicles to steal.

Anyway,  I have one of those little black magnet boxes,  and am about to stick  a spare in the secret spot which I'll never ever forget.

Ravens.