The Key

So this is a key. Well, what is left of one at least. Luckily it is a key that has little or no value to me anymore, but resided on my key chain for the last 4 years anyways. It actually goes to the car I drove in college, which my brother AJ now drives. Also funny story, it would start the car I drove in high school as well, which was nice because I only had to carry one key to start either car, but also a little unnerving...I mean they were the same make and model, but almost 10 years apart in age...Toyota didn't do a great job at varying their keys I guess...or was it just a weird coincidence? Anyways, to my brother Mark's sadness, the swamp rat (as he affectionately called the car I drove in high school) is no longer with us. But this versatile key has been very useful to me once again this week. It all started with a thought one day to scrub my floors on my hands and knees. I don't do this frequently, but everyone should do it occasionally just to make sure your floors are good and clean. Well since we moved into a new townhouse, we have lived here like 2 weeks total, and I have probably mopped my tile floor twice the normal way, and supposedly the whole house was professionally cleaned prior to our moving in. So when I got down and started really scrubbing my floor, I was disgusted to find that the grout of my floor is a light brown rather than a dark brownish black I had assumed. Eww sick. It was like no one had ever scrubbed the floors before. Seriously nasty! So this is where the key came in handy, whenever there was a part that wouldn't come off I had to chisel it off by scrapping at it with the key. That is right, this key was filed to a nub, because the grout on my floors was absolutely unlivably filthy! It makes me want to vomit just thinking we lived here a whole 2 weeks with them like that. I pity, and am slightly disgusted, the previous tenant (and who knows how many before her) lived here with them like that. Anyways I am through ranting, I just had to get that off my chest and show you the key, because who knew that it would wear down like that? It is also a little sad, because I couldn't start the swamp rat or old blue if ran across them again. But maybe my Honda key will start other Hondas...we will have to try and see.