I found those damn keys this morning, they were in a shirt pocket. I thought I had checked everything, and I'm glad I waited...
So instead of paying $100 for a locksmith to come cut the chain off my trike, leaving me with no way to secure it, I spent the money on new backup keys at Home Depot and food at Walmart.
And my lady friend reminded me that "thanks but no thanks" did not fall from her fingers. Just from my lonely brain. And like lost keys, there's always hope.
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