Lost Keys

At this present moment in time, a set of keys to my house is meandering it's way across Toronto's sewage system. Earlier today, in quite a comical fashion, my keys decided to fling themselves from my pocket into a sewage drain. The likelihood of this happening to someone is probably about 1 in 100. I am that 1. And nobody was even around to laugh at the rediculousness of the circumstance, save for a passerby who pretended not to notice! Oie. I've also just become aware that there are chunks in my milk. Lost keys and chunky milk. If today was an episode in my short-lived daytime TV comedy, it would be titled Lost keys and chunky milk.