Saturday, October 23, 2010

Repeat after me: Here are my keys . . .

Where do I begin? (Isn't that a song?)

Today was the day we had to meet Abbie at the bridal store in the big city to order her bridesmaid dress for her friend's wedding next March. I won't  share the photos of the trying on, because you have to try on whatever color they happen to have in your size. And it was pumpkin orange. And the jacket was bright red. It was an awful combination, trust me.

As soon as that was done, Abbie asked if we could go eat and Man-boy agreed, so I followed them to Chipotle, Abbie's favorite. I would have taken pictures there, but the guacamole had me busy.

Abbie didn't want to go home just yet (it was a 2 hour drive for her) so we wandered around a really cool outdoor mall and took pictures.



Man-boy got in trouble for trying to hold himself up horizontally on a light pole. Also didn't get a picture of that.


 One of the very few decent pictures of me and Abbie.


Then we went to wander around Target. Man-boy loves shopping.


As we were leaving Target, I started fumbling around in my purse for my keys. At some point I got that sinking feeling and said, "Oh, Ab . . ." and I just knew I didn't have those keys. When we got to the car we found them. On the front seat. With the doors locked.


I thought about calling Ben, but remember last February when this car got stolen? We never got the other set of keys back. So while Abbie and Man-boy waited, I went back in Target and got a phone book. The sixth locksmith I called said he would be there in 45 minutes.


Here are Dave and Andy, unlocking my car. Without any exaggeration whatsoever, I can say that it took them no more than two minutes to get in. With a Food Lion rewards card, two little wedges, and a coat hanger.

$60. If I'm doing my math right, that's $1800 an hour.

Clearly, I'm in the wrong business. 

Man-boy drove home so I could stew about the highest salary known to mankind.


Lucky for me, the day ended better. When I walked in the house, I smelled the pot of chili Ben had going, and all I had to do was eat and tell my sad tale.

So what's the moral of the story?

When you get out of your car, before you close the door, you look down at the keys in your hands and you say, "Here are my keys. My keys are in my hand." Then you shut the door. Amen.

Be thankful ~

Karen

5 comments:

NaomiG said...

Yeah, that stinks. Sounds like a perfectly lovely day otherwise though!! Great pics!

Catherine said...

Golly! In that picture, Abbie looks so much like you!!!

Sounds like a fun day, despite the horrendous colors and the locked up keys.

See you soon!

THE OLD GEEZER said...

$1800 an hour! I would almost be willing to come out of retirement if I could get a job like that! I would only have to work about 1/2 hour a week for a little extra cash :-)

Jen said...

I have to use my keys to lock my car but I am forever having my purse (wallet?) slide out of my bag (purse?) onto the seat and I don't realise until I try to find it to pay for my purchases.

My dh used to make a great amount of pocket money unlocking cars when he used to work in a shopping centre at the shoe repair kiosk. Everyone is always so grateful about not having to wait for the mobile guy.

Best wishes
Jen in Oz
(I hope I got the translations correct.)

PatinTenn said...

Karen, hey it's me, Pat from TOS ! I just found your blog, lol...

So sorry to hear about your high cost to get into your car. My husband is a locksmith here at the state college and anytime we see someone out in town and they are locked out of their call, he "pops" the lock with his tools for FREE !! He won't take anything from them He says we are getting ripped enough from everything else in life, you shouldn't have to pay for losing your memory too, lol...

Glad to find you here. I love your pictures of your family.

Got to get back to work now, you know?