A few minutes ago, I heard a knock on my door. I hurried downstairs to see who it was. It must be the pest control people that I learnt will be coming every second Monday and Tuesday of the month, I thought in my head. On opening the door, I saw a middle-aged man with a big shoulder bag, smiling and pointing his finger. I still thought he came for pest control until he spoke up, his finger towards my door.
"Your key."
My gaze shifted immediately to my door and there was my key, in the lock. My right palm flew to my mouth as I exclaimed, "Jesus! Oh my God!"
I was so grateful and thanked him profusely. He told me he always tries to look out for other people and went away smiling.
And to think the key slept there in the lock all night and till this afternoon when that good neighbour noticed it. I'm thankful no evil person saw it.
