Keys

I bicycled down to the post office Monday morning with the intention of checking my PO Box for the very first time. I got the thing a month ago, but have been slow to get my changes of address info out. As a result, I had to look up the number, and didn’t remember which key on my chain went to it.

How embarrassing.

See, the thing was that trying different keys on my chain didn’t work. There were plenty of keys I didn’t have to try because I know very well what they go to – car keys and front door keys and such. As you can see, that left plenty others to choose from, some of which have been on my chain so long that I have no idea what they go to.

None of them worked.

Having taken 45 minutes to get there, I wasn’t about to turn tail and run so easily. So what there were a lot of people around getting into their own boxes. So what there was a line at the counter. I queue up and tried really hard not to laugh at myself.

When I got to the counter I put my keys on it and said, “Which one is my PO box key? Is this one it?” Polk, polk.

I just know those people behind me who started laughing were laughing at me. Well, the clerk went over my keys and eliminated them all. Apparently the PO Box key wasn’t there at all.

I fled. But only as far as a little stand off to the side, where I started digging through my backpack, hoping I’d dropped the key in there. I’d just wrapped my little piddies around something that might be it when a kindly, gray haired man came up and said,

“Would it help to see what one looks like?” He held up his own key for me to examine.

It was nothing like I’d expected, but it was just like the one I’d pulled from my pack. I thanked him profusely, and flounced off to check my mail.

It’s on my chain now. Can you guess which one it is? If you can, I’ll give you a cool keychain. As soon as I can find one.