Although not about TRANSPORT, here's a giggle. Went for a run in the Preserve this morning. Deep in the scrub, realized that the house keys were gone from the pocket in my running shorts. Worse than the knowledge that no one was home was my complete horror of losing gate key, swipe card and house key. Followed my route back, hope flickering like the sun behind the morning fog. No luck. Sat on a retaining wall by the garage waiting for the return of the Keneallys and my own abashed confession. Got up after a while to do some stretches and felt a strange sensation in my nether regions. Eureka! No unlocking of a chastity belt was ever met with such gratitude.
Love the graphic, sixtys-ish design...and of course the story, the keys and the outcome.
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