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I'm my city in the mid-late 90s it was popular for girls to have long daisy chains of keychains hanging out of their back pockets, longer the better. The clatter between classes was maddening.

It was like a right of passage to steal your first fistful of sassy keychains from Spencer's or Claire's. So dumb.

I'd say the boys were more rational, but guys would compete to have the longest wallet chain (I had a degreased bike chain) if you were punk/alternative, or the widest Lane wallet (probably fake) sticking inches out of your back pocket.

Oh yeah, and way too long braided leather belts that hung down past your knee.

Edit: Maybe they were wide non folding zip around Coach wallets. I just remember they were super easy to steal.

People with those types of weird wingdings, dingbats, dinguses, doohickeys, and thingamabobs crowding their keychains always puzzle me.

Why not have proper, normal things one would use as key chains? Like:

• A length of 7 links of cobalt kiln recovery chain you found on the floor of an industrial site.
• The pin of a fire extinguisher.
• A 7gb usb flash drive in the shape of a key that used to contain an encyclopedia but that now contains a Linux boot.
• A heavy-duty rigging hook.

Straps keys to the belt loop on jeans

I AM THE KEY CHAIN NOW

guy. this is rediculous. girl. well lets see your keys. guy pulls out massive pile of mini multitools.

A real charming young lady

meanwhile, I have like 3 keys. Car key, two front door keys.

Why do some people do this? Like my keys are just the keys and a worn to shit batman styled multi tool, it started black and is now grey with black accents.

I do not understand this but maybe it's because I'm a guy and keep my keys in my front pocket. I keep literally the BARE MINIMUM of things on my key chain. So far as I even have separate keychains for separate vehicles instead of having one key chain for all of them. My SO on the other had has 2lbs of trinkets on her keychain.

One of the best things I ever bought was this bad boy.

My keys are on a stretchy thingy that attaches to a hook in my purse. Which usually hangs in front of my butt. So we say my ass unlocks doors because most of my keys are fobs. My wife has said to me in this last week "[YMCA] get over here I need your ass to unlock this" unironically. To which I responded "here just take my ass and unlock it yourself" and I handed her my purse, we have fun.