Glad I Didn't Say That

My girlfriend said she was gonna do some laundry and asked if I wanted anything washed. I emptied my pockets and shucked off my jeans. I piled the stuff from my pockets pretty much right in front of her. It's still right here on the computer desk; pocket knife, cards, little cash, some change, a die, a gum wrapper. I tossed the pants into the laundry pile.

A while later I see her getting ready to take stuff to the washer. She's standing there going through my pockets. About ten clever things go through my head, but fortunately none fall out my mouth. Jeans. Watch pocket. Where I keep my house keys. Damn.