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If you have, you're a fucking prick. Try and keep hold of your stuff, eh?
got mega pissed and dropped my keys somewhere. had to smash my way in throught the back door.
next day found the keys at the bottom of my street. great day that was
in front of a moving van for some reason. I suppose that's kind of like losing your phone.
Or a moving moving van?
Happy to help.
I have a system
Amazingly, they were still there the next day
generally realise when I'm paying for some bananas
I lost my London keys somewhere in Wales.
Luckily I wasn't back for another week, had my landlord do all the legwork of getting new ones cut. Easy money.
... but yes, I am a prick, of course.
though I have left the house without any of them and been locked out with no way way to contact anyone*, or pay for anything.
*I could still speak to people I suppose.
It was my dad's first wallet (with his embossed initials) that his parents handed to me that morning :/
Came mighty close though
Which ones, Trecco or in John Street?
Why? Did you find it?
i usually get them back, but not always.
I'm currently in a bit of a panic as we are down to one final set of car keys, and I am having difficulty getting a back-up key made (and we're changing the car soon, so it seems a bit futile to go to any great bother) but this means that I'm not allowed to be left in sole custody of the key, ever, because it WILL vanish.
Much prefer doors that you can't lock yourself out of.
of course I've lost my keys.
I left my flat for some reason, and realised that I'd left my keys inside. My flatmate wasn't due back for about six hours.
I wandered around for a bit, then decided to see a film. Once it'd finished, I still had a few hours to kill, so I sat in a bar for a bit.
Eventually my flatmate text me to say he was back, so I headed home. He let me in, and then a panic descended, as my keys were not where I expected them to be inside.
"Well where did you have them last?" he asked.
"They're usually in my pocket, right here," I said, patting myself. Then froze in shame - for the pocket I had patted jingled.
They'd been in my pocket the whole time. The same pocket that they're usually in.
Don't bother asking how I missed them, because I've no idea. I welcome your jibes, though. I deserve them.