I step out of the car, and there it is, by my feet: a grate. Or I park, then walk to the passenger side to pull stuff off the seat, and there’s one there. Or I am walking between the car and some close destination, keys in hand or barely settled in my coat pocket, and I pass a grate or a storm drain in a curb.
I am terrified that I will drop my keys into an abyss.
I hold them tighter. I pat my pockets, confirming their presence. I move away quickly. I prepare myself mentally for the return trip.
Oh no, a new worry to add to my ever-growing list!ReplyDelete
I'm always expecting the grate to fail, and I will be falling into the abyss (my weight always first in my worries!). Now I'm going to worry about the keys, too.ReplyDelete
I do this too, IB, but mostly with my cell phone which until recently, was also my wallet. These days I usually have my keys in my purse or pocket, but I almost always am holding my phone.ReplyDelete
Not something that has really worried me. Clearly I'm not a city kid!ReplyDelete
I do it too. I used to worry about falling in; now it's my keys. And when I clutch them I remember the times I've said, "That's exactly what I didn't want to happen."ReplyDelete
We all have such similar fears. Amazing.ReplyDelete