End of night, guy comes into the bar, says, I lost my keys. Have any been turned in? I think for a sec, then say, nope. Not tonight. I remember where he was sitting at the bar, I hand him a light. Look under all the stools. He looks, nope, not there. Oh my God, he says. All my keys were on there. House, car, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
This is what I did with my keys. I have a HUGE fear of losing them, so one day, I went to the hardware store, duplicated every key I have. Cost me about twenty bucks, and it gave me some peace of mind. Hide a key to your house/apartment outside in a safe place, or give a copy to a friend, neighbor, your mom. Then shit happens,
You’re not totally screwed.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.