In my pant pockets I have two key rings. There must be more than twenty keys on the pair. Other than the key to my house and one to my ace number one daughters house, I don’t have a clue what they go to.
I guess over several years, I have just added keys and never got rid of them when they no longer fit anything I had need to unlock. And, now I have suddenly discovered I am carrying around a bunch of keys that annoy me.
It is worth mentioning that I also have another key ring that I keep in a safe location that I only know what one key fits. Obviously I will never find out what all the keys fit, but I have a fear that someday I will be presented with a lock that I should have a key for and will have disposed of it.
I think I inherited this problem. My uncle ‘J” kept a key ring with literally a hundred or more keys. He kept it in his pickup glove compartment. The difference is, he knew what each key went to. ‘J’ had a key to almost every lock in three counties that had locked gates to prevent people from fishing or hunting on their property. Yes, the owners gave him a key.
Maybe I only inherited the part of keeping keys, not remembering where they go.
PMO
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