Keys (050)

Mike said something to his mom today that absolutely cracked me up. He said if you wanna piss Andrea off, give her a bunch of different keys that all look the same. He's absolutely right. I hate cycling through keys to find the correct one. I was doing that in order to unlock and lock the hitch pins for Thelma. After he said that, I laughed and told her, “yeah if you want to hear all the swearwords in my book, this is a good start.”

This reminded me of being impressed with Sissy as a kid. When she worked as a journeyman pipefitter at the University of Michigan, she carried a huge ring of keys, probably 4 inches in diameter, completely full. And she knew exactly which one was the correct key for each lock she came across. There were only a few that she had to guess because they were doors she didn't open regularly. And so she would get super mad, trying different keys, and she’d get on her radio to ask her work partner if he knew the correct key number for the door we’d be standing at. She would be swearing up a storm, and it was hilarious to me as a little kid. So, I don't wonder where I got that tendency, I know exactly where it came from.