So, I’m at work on Friday because, you know, I have a job. And I get a text message from Mrs. Edge.
Mrs Edge: Hi.
Mrs Edge: You busy?
Me: Well, I am at work, so…
Mrs Edge: I can’t find the key.
Me: The car key?
Mrs Edge: The key for your cage.
Me: I’m not at all surprised.
Mrs Edge: Do you have it?
Me: Why would I have it?
Me: I have the emergency key on my keyring.
Mrs Edge: Okay, good.
Me: I think you last kept it in your jewelry box.
Me: It’s on a ring with several small padlock keys.
Mrs Edge: Okay, got it.
Me: Should I even ask why?
Mrs Edge: I’m not planning to use it.
Me: Yeah, I’m not surprised.
Mrs Edge: I just wondered what if you had a heart attack and I had to get it off quick.
Mrs Edge: We’re having pork chops for dinner. Try not to work too late.
Mrs Edge: Love you.
Me: Well, that was weird.
When I got home, was there even any explanation? Of course not.
Speaking of not needing the key.