A friend of mine sat on the floor outside her office one morning waiting for someone to come let her in.  The day before, she had had a rental car, and explained to the first person who arrived that she had left her keys at the rental car place and couldn’t get it.  That person seemed surprised that she had left her keys at the rental place, at which moment my friend had the epiphany that she had not, in fact, left them at the rental place.  They were at home, where she had been that morning.  She just left them there, believing that she had left them at the rental place.

It was as she was telling me that story that I realized something - keys make us stupid.  How many times a day do you lose your keys?  I actually have a hook by my door because, if I didn’t, I would never be able to leave my apartment… I’d be too busy looking for my keys.  How many times have you locked your keys in your car?  How many times have you torn apart your apartment looking for your keys, when it turns out they’re in your purse, or on the counter, or in your hands?  The moment I set down my keys, they are sucked into some vortex (probably the same place all my socks go).  So that kinda makes me wonder… is it actually the keys that are making us dumber?  Or are we just stupid and keys are small enough and important enough to be a constant reminder of how stupid we are?  Kinda like the chicken and the egg, eh?  The number of times in any given day that I say things like "If I were my keys, where would I be?" is truly staggering.  Which is why it’s so great that that is actually a line I say in I Love You Because.  I’m actually sort of starting to worry that those guys were watching me through my window and writing down my every move in order to transcribe my personality into a character in a musical.  It’s a good time.

Anyway, we have one performance left.  That’s tonight at 8:00 for only $10.  So find your keys, drive to the Warehouse and enjoy!