Attack of the Killer Keys

Unfortunately, my blind date with Mr. McNally did not fair too well. I knew it from the moment I set eyes on the ENORMOUS WAD OF KEYS hanging from his beltloop (Dun da dun!). No, Mr. McNally is not a janitor and therefore has no excuse for having keys dangling from a carabiner on his waist. I tried to ignore them and give the poor guy a chance, but there they always were making jingling noises as he walked, reflecting the light, and just plain being a thorn in my side.

Other offenses included responding to my question of what kind of music he likes by saying "whatever clear channel tells me to" and wearing an altogether horrible shirt. Still nothing could eclipse the KEYS (Dun da dun!).