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Missing Keys
Aug. 3rd, 2008 10:03 amSaturday, I spent several hours searching for my keys. I have a ring with the house key, workshop key, 2 keys to the truck, key to the truck toolbox, and a key to the truck gas cap. The keys had to be here!!! I could not have driven home without them!! I tried to remember what I had done after coming home from work Friday afternoon. I searched in every conceivable spot where I might have laid, or accidentally dropped them. I checked my pants and shirt pockets, looked under the truck, under my bed and dresser, in the trash can, ...on every table and flat surface where something can be set down.
My thoughts went back to my teen years when my mother regularly went through the routine of turning the house upside-down, looking for her keys.
If you tell me that I am becoming my mother, I will probably hit you!!
After a couple of hours of this, I resigned myself to the fact that they were possibly lost beyond recovery. So, I started taking inventory of the spare keys. I had copies of the 2 truck keys, Mark had copies of the house key, workshop key, and truck toolbox key. But, I could not find another copy of the truck gas cap key!!! Most locks come with 2 keys, so I was reasonably sure there should be another one somewhere. Of course, with a nearly empty tank, I would not get far without it, and pondered how I could forcibly remove the locking plastic gas cap. After more than an hour searching places where I might have stored spare keys, I finally found the second gas cap key in a cubbyhole of the truck.
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This morning, Mark decided to do a load of laundry. As he is loading the washing machine, he finds my keys in the pocket of his jeans. He must have picked them up to get something out of my truck (Mark does not drive).
I was delighted to get the keys back, ...but very annoyed with Mark!!!
GRRRRRR!!!!
My thoughts went back to my teen years when my mother regularly went through the routine of turning the house upside-down, looking for her keys.
If you tell me that I am becoming my mother, I will probably hit you!!
After a couple of hours of this, I resigned myself to the fact that they were possibly lost beyond recovery. So, I started taking inventory of the spare keys. I had copies of the 2 truck keys, Mark had copies of the house key, workshop key, and truck toolbox key. But, I could not find another copy of the truck gas cap key!!! Most locks come with 2 keys, so I was reasonably sure there should be another one somewhere. Of course, with a nearly empty tank, I would not get far without it, and pondered how I could forcibly remove the locking plastic gas cap. After more than an hour searching places where I might have stored spare keys, I finally found the second gas cap key in a cubbyhole of the truck.
******************************
This morning, Mark decided to do a load of laundry. As he is loading the washing machine, he finds my keys in the pocket of his jeans. He must have picked them up to get something out of my truck (Mark does not drive).
I was delighted to get the keys back, ...but very annoyed with Mark!!!
GRRRRRR!!!!
