If your only access to the outside world is by bike, the key to your bike lock is a not-so-great thing to lose, especially after locking your bike. Luckily it was a false alarm (key was in a different pocket than I'd thought), but I'm now inclined to go to a locksmith and get one copy for every pocket I have.
Friday, November 11, 2011
The little things
Posted by Phoebe Maltz Bovy at Friday, November 11, 2011
Labels: euphemistic New Jersey, not quite first world problems
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