He lost them for the umpteenth time this morning. His rotten attitude upon discovering their absence seemed to indicate the problem should (somehow) be Priority #1 for everyone within shouting distance.
I'm with Roseanne Barr on this: what is it with the Y chromosome that assumes the uterus is some sort of tracking device?
I reached over, plucked the keys from the floor - they were right in front of him the whole time - and put them back in his grasp.
Welcome to the world, Nathan; your first day of losing your keys.
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