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I'd like to recount an anecdote that I feel is fairly typical of my brain today.
I looked up from clicky-clicky typey-typey to see a gentleman, wearing Explorer socks and sandals that match the ones He-Boss wears, bending down to place the items he was carrying on the ground. The gentleman finished placing all these items on the ground, save for what looked like a rolled-up poster. He then stood back up again, placed his hand inside one end of the rolled-up poster, removed his car keys, and bent down to fuss a little with the items falling out of the ring binder he placed on the ground earlier, before carefully picking them all up and continuing on his way.
All completely normal, except there is a question that now is running through my mind: Why were his car keys in the rolled-up poster? It is, after all, a container with a large hole at either end, and he was wearing jeans, which presumably have pockets, unlike my work pants.
I looked up from clicky-clicky typey-typey to see a gentleman, wearing Explorer socks and sandals that match the ones He-Boss wears, bending down to place the items he was carrying on the ground. The gentleman finished placing all these items on the ground, save for what looked like a rolled-up poster. He then stood back up again, placed his hand inside one end of the rolled-up poster, removed his car keys, and bent down to fuss a little with the items falling out of the ring binder he placed on the ground earlier, before carefully picking them all up and continuing on his way.
All completely normal, except there is a question that now is running through my mind: Why were his car keys in the rolled-up poster? It is, after all, a container with a large hole at either end, and he was wearing jeans, which presumably have pockets, unlike my work pants.