The taxi drops us off at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.  Lorie, Drew and I out on the town taking in some sights.  Drew panics.

Oh shit, I don’t have my keys!

Oh shit!  Let’s run I say.  We’ll see if he’s still here.

Oh shit.  So we take off, Drew and I running, Lorie staying in place in case she sees him.  We circle the building and find the cabbie at the exit, approach him out of breath.  Say we were his last ride, Drew left his keys in the side pocket.

And there they are.

No shit.