What do you do with a house key?

When I was getting Nathan off the bus today, I found somebody's house key laying on the ground. Immediately, I'm torn. Do I pick it up or leave it there. I picked it up. I only had three seconds to decide before the bus ran me over so I went with my gut.

I know it's a house key because it looks like all of my house keys. Nathan tried it in all our doors and it wouldn't open any of them. That's good because that means it's not a master house key that some unfortunate burglar lost on his way to rob my house.

Now what do I do with it? I was on the look out all afternoon for someone that looked upset, walking up and down the road, possible retracing their steps. I didn't see anybody that looked like they were looking for something but I did see a guy push a shopping cart full of metal down the street. I don't know what that was about, he was probably related to the can man. We have a lot of junk men around here. They go too fast down the street and hit a bump in front of the neighbors house. The junk falls off of their trucks and they stop in front of our house to pick it up. Nathan acts like he won the lottery every time. No wonder he aspires to be a junk man...what an exciting life they lead!

Do I make up little fliers and put them all over the neighborhood? I could but I'd be afraid of getting phone calls all day from strange people falsely trying to get my found key. I'm telling you, whack jobs..they're whats for dinner. I'd have every junky in town calling me up to borrow money and I don't have that kind of money, at least not after I bought all those plants.

Should I call someone and report it found? If I lost my house key, I don't think I'd call the police or anything..maybe the ghostbusters, their pretty good at finding ghosts and stuff, but I don't think they're the answer.

I found it right in front of the senior center, maybe one of them dropped it. I was going to go in and see but I don't think I'm allowed. First because I'm a woman and only men go in and out of there. Wouldn't want them to think I was a stripper for Zebadiah's birthday party, or anything. Second because I'm not a senior. I'd classify myself as more of a sophomore well on my way to being a junior, but definitely not a senior. Not yet, anyway. I might make DeWitte go over tomorrow and ask, he's older than me and a man. Less likely to shock anybody into a heart attack that way.

I could go checking doors around the neighborhood when every body leaves for work tomorrow. Who knows, I might get lucky and find the right one. I'll have to check and see if I have gloves. The less evidenced the better. The signs say they have alarms but everybody around here is so cheap that I don't really believe them. I wonder what scoring a free TV would do to my karma. Probably make it explode. I can't even let them undercharge me at the grocery store without looking over my shoulder all day waiting for a bomb to drop. I guess I just don't have that in me.

What I'll probably do is forget about it then lose it. At a random time in the future, I'll find it again and rack my brain trying to figure out what it goes to. That's probably where all of those extra keys in the junk drawer came from in the first place.