When I left the office this evening, I was happy at my prospects for the weekend and even a little inclined to see if I couldn't get to the show tonight. But hold on, kids... this is the part of the show where Strongbad slaps a sticky note on my forehead.

I got off the train at Alewife, made it to the top of the second escalator and, as I am wont to do when I reach that point, went to reach for my keys.

They weren't there.

In fact, they hadn't been there all day. Instead, they were in the pocket of my jacket which I had hung up behind the door in my office. So, as I am wont to do when I reach that point, I tilted my head back and covered my eyes with my hands. It must have been a precious sight because one of my fellow commuters stopped to ask me in a voice hushed so as not to disturb the disturbed, "Are you alright?"

This puts a few kinks into the weekend.

Current Mood: DORK!