David Njoku on Nostr: Dear reader, they were in my pocket all along. I repeat: my car keys were in my ...

Dear reader, they were in my pocket all along.

I repeat: my car keys were in my pocket.

And there I was searching through piles of soggy leaves, reaching into bins, feeling among the bags of dog shit, attracting weird looks from passersby.

All the while, the keys were in my pocket.

If anyone's looking for me, I'll be over in the corner dying of shame.