VILLAGE IDIOT
Where are my keys? This is the second time in a year I’ve lost them.
The first time was at the Wasting Another Day Golf Course, where all the retired guys play. I was the designated driver that day, and the four of us ended up standing outside my car with our clubs — waiting for me to dig my keys out of my bag, open the car and turn on the air conditioning. Except my keys were no lon…
