I Found My Keys!

I am notorious for losing my keys. Or, yes, for locking them in.

Actually, they don’t even have to be my keys. I’ve lost a hospital’s patient registration offices keys, I’ve lost company vehicle keys, I’ve lost restaurant keys, the list goes on.

The first time I remember locking my keys in my car was when I was 17. At the mall. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but that just happened to be the one weekend my entire family was 300 miles away, looking for a house to buy. Of course I didn’t have any change for the payphone, and we had pagers then, not cell phones. Another friend finally showed up who agreed to give me a ride home where I went in through my window for the spare key.

I have locked my keys in my house, too, a few times. Several times, in fact, at the very first house I lived in all by myself. A house that had one lovely large picture window and the rest teeny tiny windows up near the ceiling. Every time, I had to drag chairs to the kitchen window, because that was the only window with a table beneath to break my fall. I cannot imagine my big ass squirming through there now!

I moved to an apartment complex where six or seven of my friends also lived, and I ended up giving two of them a copy of my truck key. I lived there three years, and I never managed to lock myself out of my apartment, and my truck only twice.

When my husband and I moved in together, my key luck really went downhill. I lost my keys in the parking lot at the blood center where I worked once. Fortunately, I’ve had some kind of ‘April’ ornament on my keys since 1997, so the next day they were in my office mailbox.

I think my crowning glory of key loss was the five months I was without them in the summer of 2008. Good thing I had my store, till, and Coke machine keys separately, or my manager would probably have been a bit upset.

Ever since the summer of 2010, we’ve had four sets of keys between us. I have a car and our house together, and my husband has a car on one and our house, his parents’ house, and my parents’ house on another, and we have the mailbox key and a spare house key in the car. If only one of us is leaving to go somewhere, we just grab his one car key and go. It works for us. So it’s not a huge deal if when I lose my keys.

This arrangement, which we’ve had for right around two years now, came about because I could not stop locking the key in the car. And we only had the one key for the first year we had the car, because nobody had the blanks in stock that we needed. Stupid Hyundai changing keys mid-year. After Pop-A-Lock’s third trip to see me in a month, we found someone who could order blanks.

Since then I think I’ve done pretty well, until the first week of April. The last time I know I had my keys was April 5th. I’ve flipped all the furniture, I’ve ransacked all the toy boxes, I’ve rooted through every drawer and cabinet, to no avail. I was so certain I’d put them in the glove box on the fifth, but after emptying that too, I was stumped.

Today I found them between the passenger seat and the emergency brake.

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Maybe I can keep track of them for a while this time.

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7 Comments on “I Found My Keys!”

  1. jjiraffe says:

    One of my favorite parts of Harry Potter was a throwaway line about how wicked wizards would shrink and hide human keys for sport. Because nothing annoyed Muggles much more than that. Glad you found them 🙂

  2. I locked my keys in the car on Wednesday. It’s supposedly impossible to look keys in my car. I am a champ at key losing.

  3. Emily says:

    I don’t lock myself out very often, but my Mom did and I was the one to be shoved through the bathroom window. Now that I think of it I have been shoved through so many windows for other people! LOL!

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  5. Kathy says:

    Here from the future via Time Warp Tuesday and laughing out loud reading this because sadly I can relate to some of it all to well. Though I rarely lose my keys, I am notorious for locking myself out of our house and cars. I have had to break in to my own home on a few occasions and my crowning glory was locking myself out with my phone and the baby monitor, when Abby was still in the crib napping. I had walked to quickly pick up Sean from the bus stop while she was sleeping and while we were gone it started snowing and she woke up and I could hear her on the monitor, but not get to her right away. I guess it was lucky she was still in the crib and not a bed yet, as it was probably a lot safer! Anyway, thanks for sharing and doing the Time Warp again!

  6. My kids accused me of being mean because other kids’ moms would let them play with keys. Not me.

    There ought to be a special name for the type of panic that comes from losing your keys. I’m glad you were able to find them!


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