I pulled into Blockbuster earlier today to return their movies. What should have been a quick exit and return turned into a "damnnit!" moment instead.
While chatting on my phone I grabbed the movies, pulled the keys from the ignition, locked the doors and walked towards the drop box. Once I had the movies dumped into the chute, I walked back bidding Heidi adieu. It was as I hit the "end" button on my phone that I yanked on the door handle to find it locked (as it should be). This was then proceeded by me reaching into my back pocket for my keys...
of course, they were not there. They were mocking me from within my purse, lying wide open on the passenger seat. My wallet, agenda, camera, all spread out beckoning to be taken. I couldn't even get mad. It was with a sigh and bleep that I speed dialed the person who can make all things right: my mom.
Thanks to Fran's speedy drive and a spare, my trusty set of keys were back in their home by the end of the day.
Give it up for me, Dumb Ass of the Week.
3 comments:
oh no! i've done that one before... sort of moment of feeling, well, not your brightest.
glad you got your keys!
Dahnya... don't worry, I've done that TWICE. The second time it was pouring rain. Worst part is I had an older car that I had to manually lock (i.e. no little beeper thingie)... so I got out of my car, locked the car manually, and closed the door... and then I realized I left the keys in the ignition with the car running. This happened both times.
Oh, Leila- I am so sorry! That's awful!
P.S. I hope you read this because you really need to start writing on your blog, young lady. :)
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