My keys are on my battered old Swiss Army knife, without which I feel naked, which is why I resent Homeland Security's air travel regulations.
My family has two cars, but one only has one key (fucking expensive to copy a Volvo key, you know), so when not in the car, that key lives in a carved coconut-man by the door helpfully labeled "The Ti-Key God."
I have a Honda key & electronic fob on the end of one of those plunger-device things that makes for quick key release. The other end is the pocketknife with the following keys:
1. House key (front door). It's never really locked anyway, so I'm not even sure which key it is.
2. Back room/studio key. This was always locked because it's where music stuff hides (because everyone wants 20-year-old effects pedals and rusty-stringed electric guitars), but is now the home of my step-daughter, and thus who knows.
3. A teeny tiny key that I think goes to a little padlock on my backpack.
4. Three regular padlock keys. I think one of these goes to a bike lock on a bike I haven't ridden in two or three years, and the other to a hard guitar case I haven't locked in four or five years. (Of course, there's a padlock on a gate in my yard that I have to unlock every two weeks when mowing, but that key lives inside the house. Go figure.) I have no idea what the third key opens, or even which one is the third key.
There are also two of those keychain discount card things, one for Winn Dixie (there's one on the corner near my house) and one for PetsMart. Until recently, I always had the two keys to my father's office on my keychain as well, and a Master lock key that I found and kept because it had a gorgeous engraving of a lion under a tree on it. After a couple years, the lion began wearing off.
This morning, I realized I'd left my most often-used key at home -- it's not a real key, but the plastic/magnetic badge that gives me access to the locked doors of my office. I have a visitor badge now. |
