Looking for the keys.

 

Back to one of my favorite stories:

 

A man is walking down the street at night, and sees another man on his knees under a street light. He asks: “what’s wrong?”  the man on his knees answers “I’m searching for my keys.”

 

The first man, being a mensch, gets down and stars looking with him. After fifteen frustrating minutes he asks: Are you sure you dropped them here?”

 

“Oh, no,” the other man answers.   “I dropped them across the street.  But its dark over there.   I’m looking where the l...