The Key to my Car-ma
I am being mocked. Mocked, I say. Mocked.
I came to the palisades yesterday for three weeks of bliss by the sea. I got here in record time despite all the carmageddon worries. Fastest return up the 5 from OC ever! Getting to the Palisades from Weho was equally dreamy. The 405 opened 18 hours early. I was tempted to drive it since it would be basically traffic free, but I was equally eager to unload the car, get the cats settled, and hop in the pool.
While unloading things in the kitchen I heard the garage door open and found the lady who was checking in on the cats here. She didn’t know I was coming early. Somewhere in the time she showed up and left I lost track of my keys. I remember thinking oh I should put them near the door or on the kitchen table. Then I forgot about the keys after my car was unpacked and I went in the pool.
Either my car automatically locks after a certain period of time (I hope not!) or I managed to lock the car with the remote which would mean the keys are somewhere in the house. It’s a big house and I have looked everywhere, including the recycling I took out and the fridge (it’s happened before) and every empty top drawer in every room. I dumped out my purse about three times, computer bag twice, and looked through all my trader joes bags of supplies i brought with me.
This is all pay back I see for making fun of a facebook freind earlier today who announced she had lost her keys. “Did you leave them in the door?” I commented, snidely. I’ve done that, I admit. My comment sparked an entire slew of comments from friends saying they thought that was something she would do. I felt smug and glad it wasnt me. Apparently I smirked to myself too soon.
At nearly ten pm the AAA guy came and opened my car door, with thirty seconds of alarm going off,
but i could not turn off the alarm without the key. And my spare is all the way in weho. I really hope you can’t set the alrm without the remote. But some alarms set after a certain period of time regardless of whether you pushed the button or not. Oh dear. If those keys are in the trunk I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
I just knew such breezy traffic during carmageddon was too good to be true. Now I have to – gasp – take the bus all the way to WeHo! The bus!
3:12 pm key update 7/19/11
Bad news: The keys weren’t in the trunk of my car and I still can’t find them.
Good news: I didn’t have to take the bus to get the spare set, thanks to another lucky friend’s generosity who also lives in weho and is housesitting in the palisades.
Bad news: Though I thouroughly checked the trash I took out they may have been in the trash that was collected this morning. Yikes!
Good news: I thouroughly checked the recycling in lieu of it going out today. It will go out next week.
Bad news: I still cannot find these keys.
Good news: At least I have keys and can lock my car tonight.
3:32 pm Tuesday 7/19/11
I FOUND MY KEYS! They were on the lawn – must have dropped them when chasing after Puppet the tricky little black kitten before she ran into the street. They smell like lawn, but the car key still works and Puppet is still alive so all is well with the world. PHEW!