Has anyone ever noticed how keys are pretty much one of the most terrifying noises you will hear in your lives?
At high school, the jingle of a keyring full of far too many keys showed that a teacher was approaching and was met with faces of fear, whisperings of "Shit! Quick!" and a rush of hiding whatever you had been doing that was definately worthy of detention.
As a teenager, the sound of the key in the door meant that parents were home and was generally met with faces of fear, whisperings of "Shit! Quick!" and a rush of hiding whoever was over but definitely wasn't welcome in your home and who's presence would be worthy of being grounded.
After growing up, leaving school and moving out, I assume I'm now safe from the fearful key janglers of my life. Alas however, as I wipe down the surfaces at work and hear the rapidly approaching clinks of small metal - I am hit with a wave of fear and the thought process of "Shit! Quick!" and a rush of looking like I am working hard to eliminate any potential idea that I am worthy of a sacking.
How can the gentle clinking of shaped metal have the ability to reduce people to this panic and behaviour? There is only one reason that I can possibly come up with. Is it power? Is it that the person at the other end of those keys has power and the ability to "unlock countless doors in life", if you will?
Could this potentially explain the reason I still have my school locker key along with the activation key for a burglar alarm that no longer exists? Possibly. However, its unlikely that I'm going to get rid of them any time soon. So here I am, destined to forever fear the innocent jingle of metal on metal whilst I desperately try to earn enough keys myself to seek revenge...
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