Safely Reckless

I find my keys just to lose them again. Or I lose them to find them. I usually put them on my fridge, but some days, I just toss them on my bed as I head for the bathroom to wash my face. And that's usually when I lose them. They fall in the crack between the bed and the wall or they don't sail far enough and get kicked under the bed or they wind up on the end table with my dry groceries for the week like peanut butter, crisps, and ramen that is meant to be broken up and eaten without cooking. However I lose them, they're always gone for a day.

But this is Korea. I leave my door unlocked (though I pretend to lock it) and come back and nothing has ever been stolen.