When I was a kid, I loved playing with my parents car keys. I guess most kids do. There seems to be this innate understanding, even at an early age, that they imply ownership and responsibility.
In high school, it becam a status thing. Those who twirled and jingled their keys in class or on the way to the their lockers clearly were cooler than you. They had their license, and a car to drive. Which meant they were probably making out or even having sex in their cars. It always comes down to that doesn’t it?
Keys are sexy.
Unless of course there are too many, and then you must be a janitor or jailor.
Now I’ve lost my train of thought.
Ok, that’s all.