Since I work four ten-hour days, every Tuesday is my Monday morning. I’d just turned on the computer when my colleague Dr. L walked into my office. He said, “Dr. V, you didn’t tell me on Friday that I forgot to turn my keys in.”
“What are you talking about?” I tried to remember Friday, but it seemed like such a long time ago.
“You and I walked out together after work, remember? And I forgot to turn my keys in. I got home and you know by the end of the week, I’m just wiped out. I went to bed at 8:00. I guess I just fell into a deep sleep. Anyway, my cell phone started buzzing around 10:00, 10:30, but I was in such a deep sleep, I didn’t pick up right away. By the time I was able to answer the phone, whoever was calling hung up. And then my home phone started ringing. But like I told you, I was so tired. I thought I’d just let the machine pick up. But whoever was calling didn’t leave a message; they hung up. They must have called like five times, but they didn’t leave a message. And then, around 12:30 that night, someone was knocking at my door. They came to my house.”
“Who came to your house?”
“Holy shit,” I said. “I guess they really needed to have those keys.”