I am like a Pavlovian dog, really. I always carry my keys in a pocket of my pants. But this morning, I was collecting laundry while wearing my pocketless biking chamois shorts. I need a special key to open the laundry room in our apartment complex. I made a couple of trips to the laundry room, loading two machines. Then I came home to take more dirty laundry... put my keys SOMEWHERE and ... could not find them. My only pair of jeans is inside a laundry machine behind a locked door. I searched and searched and could not find the keys. I need to go to work. I found a clean skirt and a clean jacket and left my apartment door unlocked hoping that the cats would not run away while I am at work. Damn it!

My plan for the evening is to introduce myself to my neighbors asking for the key from the laundry room - they will sure think that I am crazy and that is not incorrect - and then search search search while waiting for the laundry.

I need some luck now!