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A MOST fitting end to today...

My subconscious, kicking it into overdrive, compelled me to search for the car keys before I left the office today. I never...ever...NEVER do this. I have a daily ritual, it never changes, and yet today...ahhh today...I started digging around in my purse and couldn't find the keys. Okay, I NEVER lock keys in the car. Never. Of course, that's exactly what happened and subconsciously I knew it. In a panic, I call BR, explain what I think my dilemma is, and fly downstairs. Sure enough, when I approached the bluemobile of death, there were my keys, mocking me, on the passenger's seat.

Really, I wanted to cry. It was storming again, and all I could think of was HOW I would first, break into that SUV and second, break into my house. LOL. I flew to meet BR (who was lagging behind) in the lobby, told him that yup, I locked the keys in the car, got the receptionist to call building services, who called property management.

We're all assembling near the SUV, when BR said "what about the sunroof?" I'd totally forgotten how weird S.E.'s sunroof is, and how it tends to crack open when driving. I asked for his knife, and climbed onto the step of the SUV, digging around at the window cover in the very small crack UNDER a plastic awning. Finally, using enough force, it pried open! Success. I pulled back the glass window, and told PHd to make a step with his hands, hoisting me on top of the SUV, where I successfully climbed into the window, retrieving the keys.

UM. I'm just wondering HOW MANY cow-orkers I'll have to deal with tomorrow asking about what was going on out there...because NOTHING about all that looked right. Building services guy was all staring with his (as he called it) "red-neck slim jim", laughing and exclaiming that "I looked like I'd done that before." No. You think?! All those mountain-climbing trips and rappeling came in handy, methinks. But ewww, I have all this gross, black crusty crap under my nails and try as I might to scrub it out, it's NOT going away. I'm gonna have to soak these suckers.

What an apropos end to today. The REAL sad thing was I wasn't even SHOCKED or SURPRISED. I'm sure -- had this happened to NORMAL people -- they would've panicked, freaked out, etc. But weird sheize happening has become so rote, so ... daily that I expect something to go awry from the time I wake up until I hit the bed.

And that's sort of a cryin' shame. Still, it was funny. I'm sure if /I/ was watching from a 5th- or 6th-floor window, I would've laughed my ARSE off. *snort*

The end of today. And all this.


( 7 whispered — Whisper to me )
May. 10th, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
Good job MacGyver!
May. 10th, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC)
How FUNNY you'd say that! While I was on top, digging around at the sunroof, that very thought crossed my mind :D LOL.
May. 11th, 2006 02:57 am (UTC)
This is the exact reason I have an "idiot" key hidden in my fuel door. I am FOREVER locking my keys in the car, so I finally had a spare made, hid it and now I'm never locked out and it's not someplace a thief would usually look. Granted I live in a small town, so I don't worry much, but if I do go to a bigger city, I will take it out and leave it at home. I just hate having to call my husband to come get me IN to my truck!
May. 11th, 2006 11:42 am (UTC)
This is a first for me. Arrrrrrrrrgh. Still, I was all Charlie's Angels up in there, climbing through the roof. Hahahaha. *cough* Learned my lil lesson. If it'd been MY car, I wouldn't have even locked the door. LOL :)
May. 12th, 2006 01:33 am (UTC)
I rarely lock my truck or for that matter even take the keys out of the ignition. I'm not real worried when it's here in town, especially if I have my 135 lb. dog in the back. No one is going to mess with it.
May. 11th, 2006 04:47 am (UTC)
Mission: Possible. :D
May. 11th, 2006 11:42 am (UTC)
Hahaha! You would've been proud :D
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