Lost Keys Again—Hope They Show Up Soon!

Just... Gone. My Keys, That Is.

It happened again. Honestly, it always happens again. I lost my keys. Just… vanished. I had them a minute ago, I swear! I was coming back from grabbing a coffee – a perfectly lovely oat latte, by the way – and I distinctly remember locking the door. I felt the click! And then… nothing.

I’ve retraced my steps, of course. Back to Brew & Bean, asking politely if anyone had turned them in (a very nice barista named Maya said she hadn’t, but offered me a complimentary biscuit, which was kind). Then back along Elm Street, peering into bushes and feeling thoroughly silly.

It’s not like they’re just any keys, either. It’s the house key, obviously. But also my bike lock key, and the key to that little storage unit I use for… well, stuff. Important stuff, probably. Mostly old photo albums, if I’m being honest.

Old Man Hemlock across the hall suggested I check under the doormat. A classic, really. Didn’t work. Then Mrs. Gable, bless her heart, asked if I’d checked my pockets. Multiple times. She even patted me down, which, while well-intentioned, felt a little… intense.

I’m trying not to panic. Really, I am. But it’s just… inconvenient! And I don’t want to bother anyone to come let me in. Plus, I feel like such a flake. Everyone else seems to have a system, you know? Keychains, Tile trackers, little whistles. I just… have keys.

I'm currently contemplating calling a locksmith. It feels like a very grown-up, responsible thing to do. But also expensive. Maybe they’ll just turn up. Maybe they’re under a pile of mail? I’m going to check again. Wish me luck. And if you see a set of keys with a slightly chipped blue fob, please, please let me know.