The Siroker Brothers

Keys

We live on the third floor of our apartment complex, so when we have visitors, we're usually very hesitant (read: lazy) to come downstairs to open the gate for them. In fact, we only go downstairs if the visitor is someone who has never been to our place before. Otherwise, we throw our keys from our apartment, over the gate, to our guests. This doesn't always work so well.

Last night, Cyrus came over to do whatever Cyrus does at our place and since it was kind of late at night, no one was coming in or leaving the building (opening the gate in the process). So, I had to throw him my keys. At the time, I was on my bed watching an episode of Lost (a recent addiction of mine). I had been resting my massive head on my right arm, slightly depriving it of blood. I noticed this when I got up and my arm was tingly. I didn't think much of it until I tried to throw my keys to Cyrus. I released the keys too late in my throwing motion and the keys hit the wall across from my window, falling onto the roof of a part of the first floor which extends out of the general frame of the building.

We discussed various methods of getting the keys, but it was late so I thought I'd wait until it was light outside to try some of them (secretly hoping the keys would fall off the roof in the meantime). The next morning I decided to try Thomas' idea of throwing water at the keys.

My keys seen looking down from one of my windows.

Me standing by my window holding a beer mug full of water.

Me calculating the optimal angle of destruction.

Beer mug couldn’t hold enough water. I needed something bigger.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, movies must be worth at least a million:

“Too short.”
“Didn't move at all.”

After an embarassing number of attempts, I finally succeeded. The keys fell into the shrubs downstairs. I ran down to go find them, but I figured if I'm going downstairs, I might as well take some trash down with me to throw away. Eager to find my keys, I went out to look for the keys before throwing away the trash.

Looking for my keys with a trash bag in my hand.

And, as luck would have it, a guy happens to be walking by while I'm in the bushes. He asked me what I was up to. I told him I was just looking for my keys, but I'm fairly certain I came off as crazy. I'm wearing my goofy shorts, sandals, and a T-shirt, holding a bag of garbage, and I'm rummaging through bushes which seem oddly wet.

My keys are found! My bag of trash? Lost.

So I found my keys and finally let Cyrus in.