Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

I lost my keys two weeks ago, but I haven't done anything about it because I refuse to believe that they are really gone. I'm going to find them, I just know it. Until that happens, I've been using a single lonely spare key that my roommate gave me.

Last week I went to the Metro Lost & Found on the off chance that they might turn up there. Everything that is ever lost anywhere in the Metro system ends up in a central location: an office building in Silver Spring. I walked up to the counter and the woman at the desk asked me what I was looking for. Keys, I said. She went into a back room and returned with a giant bin, filled to the brim with keys. Keys, keys and more keys - to Lexuses and Toyotas, from designer key chains to keys held together with rubber bands. I dumped them out on the floor one by one, but my key chain wasn't in there, alas. The man next to me found his glasses from the glasses bin, so it can happen!

I just imagine a giant bucket full of dentures for Metro riders to sort through, or the woman carrying an umbrella stand full of prosthetic legs from the back room. "OK, which one is yours?" she'd say.