Last night, while getting ready to leave work, I washed my hands in the restroom. My co-worker was locking up when I realized I could not find my keys. I began with the usual steps, dumping the entire contents of my purse on the table, looking around the bathroom perimeter, looking inside the bathroom where I knew I'd had them. Damn!
My co-worker, a 35 year old nice guy, unlocked the station doors and we began to search together. I have 20+ years on this guy and I'm feeling guilty even though I know losing keys is BIG with men. Anyway, I'm beginning to think I've gone looney tunes when he goes back to the rest room and returns with the keys.
"Where did you find them?" I asked with shock.
"I retraced what I thought were your steps...washing of hands, towel drying, throwing towel away. You threw your keys away with the paper towel."
Head slap! Honest to God, I'd never have looked in that waste basket because you would not have convinced me I'd do such a thing.
