Oh, for the good old days when you lost a key you went down to the hardware store and had another made for a dollar...
When we bought the Lexus we were assigned our own "key". I use quotation marks because this is not a key in the traditional sense because it is not inserted into anything. It is a small device that sends out an electronic signal which is required to open the doors or start the car with the push of a button. The key also adjusts the seats automatically, according to whose key is being used.
About a month ago I noticed that my Lexus key was missing. I didn't worry about it much at first. I figured it was in one of my purses or coat pockets so I just used Dan's key. Weeks later I got around to looking for it, soon it became an obsession. I looked at least twice through all the coats in both coat closets (we have enough to keep a small country warm), purses, pants, suits coats, etc. I looked through mine and Dan's because sometimes we use each others keys. I was not positive this was my fault. In fact, the more I looked the more I became convinced that it was Dan's fault because I looked in every conceivable place - and some inconceivable ones as well. Under couches, drawers, scripture cases, suit cases...I looked everywhere!
I gave up looking and bought a replacement key on eBay ($100). Additionally there is a charge of $80 to have it "programed". Experience shows this is the prerequisite to finding the lost item and that is exactly what happened.
Friday night we decided to go with Andi and the kids to a "Glow in the Dark" mini-golf at the mall. I was looking through my closet for something with a little bit of white. In the back of my closet I saw a sweat jacket which I rarely wear. You guessed it, a lump in the pocket and there it was! I had searched every other pocket in that closet!
I decided to play a little joke and left the key in Dan's top drawer. It is too high for me to see into and had been his assignment to search. I thought he would find it and know I put it there and we would have a little laugh.
Dan was getting his wallet when I heard him start to laugh. It was his really loud laugh. I figured he had found the key and knew I had played the joke on him. When he came downstairs I questioned him. He said it was nothing. I was left wondering if he had found the key. I didn't let on to my little secret though.
Later, I checked his drawer and the key was no longer there so he must have found it. He asked me a suspicious question about what jacket I had worn so I checked my pocket. Sure enough! He had put it there. So, I put it in one of his coat pockets and am waiting for him to find it there. That will be the end of the gig...but I'm going to act innocent.
Key, key. Who has the key?
When we bought the Lexus we were assigned our own "key". I use quotation marks because this is not a key in the traditional sense because it is not inserted into anything. It is a small device that sends out an electronic signal which is required to open the doors or start the car with the push of a button. The key also adjusts the seats automatically, according to whose key is being used.
About a month ago I noticed that my Lexus key was missing. I didn't worry about it much at first. I figured it was in one of my purses or coat pockets so I just used Dan's key. Weeks later I got around to looking for it, soon it became an obsession. I looked at least twice through all the coats in both coat closets (we have enough to keep a small country warm), purses, pants, suits coats, etc. I looked through mine and Dan's because sometimes we use each others keys. I was not positive this was my fault. In fact, the more I looked the more I became convinced that it was Dan's fault because I looked in every conceivable place - and some inconceivable ones as well. Under couches, drawers, scripture cases, suit cases...I looked everywhere!
I gave up looking and bought a replacement key on eBay ($100). Additionally there is a charge of $80 to have it "programed". Experience shows this is the prerequisite to finding the lost item and that is exactly what happened.
Friday night we decided to go with Andi and the kids to a "Glow in the Dark" mini-golf at the mall. I was looking through my closet for something with a little bit of white. In the back of my closet I saw a sweat jacket which I rarely wear. You guessed it, a lump in the pocket and there it was! I had searched every other pocket in that closet!
I decided to play a little joke and left the key in Dan's top drawer. It is too high for me to see into and had been his assignment to search. I thought he would find it and know I put it there and we would have a little laugh.
Dan was getting his wallet when I heard him start to laugh. It was his really loud laugh. I figured he had found the key and knew I had played the joke on him. When he came downstairs I questioned him. He said it was nothing. I was left wondering if he had found the key. I didn't let on to my little secret though.
Later, I checked his drawer and the key was no longer there so he must have found it. He asked me a suspicious question about what jacket I had worn so I checked my pocket. Sure enough! He had put it there. So, I put it in one of his coat pockets and am waiting for him to find it there. That will be the end of the gig...but I'm going to act innocent.
Key, key. Who has the key?
5 comments:
$180 is bad...but one time, Tommy lost our car key and we had to have the ingnition replaced for $600! 2 days after we got it back from the shop, he found the key!
Great story. It's fun to see that even at your age (not that you're of an "age") you still have fun together and keep the love alive. :)
I claim hold on the third key and I want to program MY seat positioning to it. :)
That is creative, Mom! You are so fun! I love Dad's loud laugh-it always makes me feel all happy inside. =)
What a funny story! I miss my favorite Italian Aunt and Uncle! I hope you guys are doing well. Little Jensen and I are coming home to visit in late April, I hope we can come and visit you!
Oh man, that is hilarious! You are such a good writer.
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