missing keys… round 2

To be perfectly frank, karma’s a witch.

You see — after my whole shpeel this morning about how I am not patient, the world decided to throw me another curve ball. Of course now I am laughing about it, but in the moment, no laughing ensued — at all.

I hope you remember the case of the missing keys. No? We weren’t friends yet? Oh well, I’m glad you’re here now. In any case, catch yourself up on that story first.

Because apparently around here, history repeats itself. Although this time, the lost keys were entirely my fault. And yes, it pains me to say that.

This morning, I was gearing up to go on my run when I remembered my headphones for my iPod were in my car from using them at the gym last week. So, I went into my purse to look for my car key. So I looked.. and I looked. I tore everything out of that stinkin’ purse — which may not have been a bad thing since gum wrappers happen to accumulate quickly around here — but the car key was nowhere to be found.

At first I was pretty calm. I thought “hmmm if I were my car key where could I be?”. I looked in all the obvious places. My ignition (because that hasn’t happened before or anything…). My pants that I wore the other day. The bag I received from Veggie Fest. My camera bag I brought with yesterday. It was nowhere to be found.

So I went to the next source, becoming a little more impatient as I went along. I called my mom, as I was in her car yesterday, to see if the key had fallen out of my purse at some point. No dice.

Next I called the Husband. I asked him to look in his truck. That would be a negative.

Then I asked him the dreaded question (as my car does not have a spare key — um.. stupidity?) “what happens if I don’t find the key?”

His response: You must find the key. Otherwise my car would have to be towed to the dealership to get a $300 new key made.

So. Not. Cool.

At this point, I was pretty angry and not getting anywhere, so I found the opportunity to rock out 7 miles.

 
And why yes, that is an old picture because if you noticed, I am sitting in my car. There was no sitting in my car this morning. Believe you me, angry running equals awesome running.

When I got back, my key was magically on the kitchen table.

Okay, I’m totally joking — that didn’t happen. But wouldn’t that be great if it did happen? I spent about five out of my seven miles envisioning that exact scenario.

Instead, I ate lunch, went to the pool, and thinked.

An “aha” moment occured while I was sitting poolside reading Divergent (recommended by Julie!) — my purse had been kicked over under a table at my cousin’s baby shower yesterday.

Frantically, I called the restaurant, explained the situation, and the woman on the phone told me she would call me back in a few minutes.

Low and behold, my key was in the restaurant underneath the table I was sitting at.

And now I have to go eat chocolate.

Tagged as: funny story, karma, lost car keys, patience