So Tom and I were running errands before he left, and when he drives, he likes to take my car keys off my ring (effectively cutting the size of the key ring by 75%). So he did this, but they never got put back on. So I get in the car Friday morning to go to work—the day after Tom left—and I don’t have keys. Normally he leaves them on the mat or between the seats, but they weren’t there. I searched the car, his car, his coat pockets, our bedroom, my purse—they were nowhere. Great, I thought, what did he do with the keys?! I knew they weren’t LOST, they were just misplaced somewhere around the house—and I figured I’d ask him whenever he called. (I hated the thought of having to waste time during his first call asking about keys, but what could I do?)
Fast forward to me arriving at work and having to wait for someone to get there to let me in (I’m usually the first one there). While I was waiting, I emptied my purse, sure that the keys were in there. Nope. I let my boss know that my keys were temporarily missing and she didn’t freak out (yay!) and said they’d just make me a new one. I said we could if I hadn’t found them by Monday.
That night when I went home, I put my cell phone in the front pocket of my purse (where I normally keep it, except for lately, since Tom has left) and voila! There were my keys! GRRR! I swore I had looked in every pocket…but at least there they were. So, I was extremely relieved.
Monday morning, I know I had the keys because I was first to work and had to unlock the door. I know I had them mid-morning when the glass people came to replace my windshield (sidenote: yay! we finally have a new windshield after living with the cracked one for five years) because I remember taking my car keys off to give them to the fixit guy. I swear they were on my desk all day. At the end of the day, I told my boss not to worry because I had found my keys.
After that, my memory is hazy.
I know I stopped at the grocery store, but remember only taking in my single car key. I am not sure where the other keys were at that point (but at the time, I wasn’t even thinking about it). And I didn’t think about it again until I got to work and—you guessed it—I didn’t have my keys. They weren’t in the car, under the seats, in my purse…anywhere.
Hoo boy.
I hoped maybe I had left them in the office on my desk, or maybe they had fallen on the floor or something—but they were NOWHERE. So I thought I wouldn’t say anything until I was able to check at home—sure they were in my coat pocket or something. But I searched high and low and they are nowhere. So I’m back to having no keys—and this time, I have NO idea where they are. 🙁
I hate this. How can I not know where they are? How could I lose them between the office and home? 😯
02.07.2007 UPDATE
I found my keys the following morning. I was picking up the office and picked up a bag I had recently brought files home in—and my keys were in there. Not two feet from where I had been sitting the whole night (where I composed this actual post about the missing keys).