I get halfway down the block and find I still have my mom’s car keys. She doesn’t have a spare set and needs to go in to the office today. Fuck.

I jog back.

I don’t jog, but dammit, I had to.

I’m a fat 33yo (well in another week and a half), I don’t run. But I did it.

Mom had the front door open to let air in through the screen door. I called to her and tossed her car keys on the porch. And turned to go back.

I couldn’t run anymore, so I walked as fast as I could. Got far enough down to see my bus go around the corner. TT~TT

Called my mom and she took me to the far end of the street, where I could catch the bus before it left my neighborhood, but hnnnggg.

Eeeek