This Monday, I found myself both cursing and laughing at the circumstances. Walking from my car into work, my car keys slipped out of my gloved hands (grippy palms, yeah, sure 😜) and of course…went right down the parking lot storm drain.
Fortunately, someone else was arriving at work at the same time and we were able to fish it out. But I couldn’t help but wonder: what’s the probability that I would drop it right there, at just the right time, at just the right angle. I consider it a little bit of god’s blessing that it worked out the way it did. Here’s to hoping that good things are on the horizon….
For bonus points, as a kid, I always had a great discomfort about walking over storm drains. That little-itty-bitty fear in the back of one’s head that surely, someday the thing would collapse and nearly fall in or something like that. Well, I do have to admit, I’d rather the keys problem than that one.