It could have been the rain Friday night. Or it might have been that the air temperature was too low. And the direction -- going south -- could have been an error. The wind was gusting up to 35 miles an hour. There are many variables, a deviation from the calculations in any one of which would result in failure. In the movie, Buckaroo Banzai went through a mountain and passed through the Eighth Dimension. It seemed so easy, though.
But, obviously, something went wrong because I smashed right into the rear end of the guy in front of me.
And I have finally conceded that my keys went down the trash chute. I suppose that they didn't get down the hall to the trash chute all by themselves. They could have, you know. They secreted themselves in a box when I was moving from the old house, and I didn't find them until I went to the storage facility to look for something else.
But, obviously, I threw them down the trash chute because before I threw the trash out, I had them. And after I threw out the trash, I didn't.
But I couldn't find them down in the trash compactor - dumpster. Maybe they'll turn up.
Posted by Bill at October 29, 2006 07:36 PMI hope they show up. Dammit, my main aggravation in life is I seem to be looking for stuff always when, "I just had it in my hand." Keys are a biggie though...find them do.
Posted by: Trace at October 29, 2006 10:59 PMHate it when keys decide to migrate about on their own.
Posted by: Joel at October 30, 2006 02:14 AMBill, I am assuming you are all right? I mean you did live beyond the mountain to make this post ;-)
Keys - we shudda never invented the darn things...except for keys to the heart, or keys to happiness, etc...
It's past my bedtime and it shows...
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at October 30, 2006 11:18 PMIt's to do with getting old. They really shouldn't let us have keys after a certain age
Posted by: Anji at November 1, 2006 03:42 AM