There’s an Internet meme that says:
Well…
This morning I drove to the caravan (it’s kept at a place just outside the next village over there *points*). I had to drop off some things and bring home the leisure battery to stick it on charge for a few days.
I got out of the car to open the chained gates and realised that I’d not brought the caravan keys with me.
Again.
This is, I think, the third time this has happened. In the last year.
Thank goodness I leave the keys for the boat with the marina office, because a six-mile round trip because some dufus forgot to pick up the caravan keys is bad enough. A 300-hundred mile round trip would be terrible!
maybe you should carry ALL of your keys on you, at ALL times.
You could have them on one of those giant keyrings that prison warders have strapped to their belts.
I have one set of keys that are all I ever use. If I leave the house, they are in my pocket. Always. They leave my pocket when I get home. If I take a car, my wallet joins them and never leaves my pocket until I get home. So I never forget keys or wallet. It’s darned useful at the office when there’s a fire alarm/drill as I grab my jacket (if the season dictates) that I specifically leave on a coat stand between my desk and the fire exit and exit the building I have everything I need to grab a bite or if the hour dictates, just go home.
But what do you do with your boat keys? And your caravan keys? š
Isn’t that kind of thing some type of signal for being gender-fluid or somesuch? Besides, I would an industrial-sized keyring.
If I had a boat, or a caravan, or a super-secret dungeon lair, Iād keep those keys in the same bunch, always with me. Oops, I may have said too much.
I’d give myself a hernia carrying that lot around with me, every day