... when you walk out the door, see the other side of the street empty for street sweeping and your heart sinks because you think you parked not-your-car there and now it's gone, but you have to get to something else so you don't have time to stop and think about it. And then on the way to that something else you lose your keys, so you go walking ( Read more... )

(I'm fine, no one else was involved, and (thus, obviously) it's all my own damned fault ( Read more... )