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!
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteNot something that has really worried me. Clearly I'm not a city kid!
ReplyDeleteI 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."
ReplyDeleteWe all have such similar fears. Amazing.
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