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Bloody Knuckles CHANGING LANES But I was late. In fact, unless every deputy sheriff between my house and the doctor's office was on coffee break, so I could speed with impunity, there was no way I would make on time. As luck would have it, I just squeaked into reception just before my 5-minute grace period was up. The doc asked how I was feeling. "Pretty good," I said, "but a little forgetful now and then." A little forgetful? I spent an hour looking for my eyeglasses last week only to find them flipped up onto the top of my head! Doc assured that my senior moments were of the normal variety; I left confident that the rest of my day would be a good one. hit me. I must had them in my hand when I dumped the water bottle. So I took went into the bank and asked for a trash bag. Then I took the lid off the can and proceed to go, piece-bypiece though all the muck until every piece of garbage had been carefully inspected. The can was now empty and no keys. Well, now I was really getting crazy. It wasn't the loss of the keys so much as it was the nagging feeling that I was a complete idiot who could manage to lose a set of keys in the 20 feet between the bank door and my Jeep. So, I walked back inside for one last look and to borrow a phone, as I had forgotten Once outside, I started up Old "Once outside, I climbed my cell phone at Red with plans to into the Jeep and home. Simone, go to the bank, reached into my pocket my erstwhile teller informed me that the grocery, and for the keys. No keys." they still hadn't my favorite coffee shop. I made it to the bank. I stepped seen any keys. "Did someone say out of the Jeep, put an empty water keys," Dave the assistant manager bottle into the trash can by the door asked? "I found these on the fender and walked into the bank. Once of that old Jeep out there before I left inside, I filled out my deposit slip, for lunch, but forgot to put them in the presented it to the teller and walked lost and found bin," he said, holding out to the Wrangler. No one else was up my key ring. in the bank except me and the teller. Well, I felt someone what vindicated. Once outside, I climbed into the Jeep and reached into my pocket for the Apparently, I was not a complete idiot, keys. No keys. Not in the ignition, only the normal variety. The keys had nor on the ground around the Jeep. been left on the fender, but I would Walking back into the bank, I went have seen them had they not been to the counter and then back to the "rescued" by the assistant manager. teller. No keys, again. So I retraced my It looked like I was not the only steps back to Old Red and still could forgetful one around. Thanking him not find my keys. Next, I cleaned out with a big grin, I walked out to Old my pockets, checked under the seat, Red, put the key in the ignition and looked under the Jeep and then it started the engine. Then I noticed that 34 bloody knuckles 1013 cl.indd 2 october 2013 // WWW.CHANGINGLANESDIGITAL.COM 9/5/13 3:08 PM