Sunday, May 07, 2006
Quite some time ago, in order to prevent my pesky brother form touching my things, I locked quite a bit of important stuff in my drawer. I locked the lock with a key. I'm sure anyone in the right frame of mind would know that.
And what I did next, which any normal person would have done as well, was to hide the key in a place where no one would have been able to find it. And so it remained. Hidden. Hidden where? I hear you ask. In a handphone holder.
So hidden was the key, so mysterious its location, that even I, the person who hatched the plan to hide it, forgot about it.
Fast forward to the not-so-long-ago-past, I finally set my mind on clearing up the never-ending mount of rubbish in my room. Guess what?
I FOUND THE KEY! No. In fact, not only did I forget about the key, I decided that the handphone holder was a useless piece of junk, and I [
expletive deleted] threw it away, with the key! What in the world was I thinking?! Goodness. And I only realised the folly I had commited after like a week.
Now, I have to either
1. yank the drawer open
2. drill a hole in the lock
3. try picking it, which I did, much to my brother's amusement
Talking about screwed huh?
6:03 pm