Put more stuff on, with a larger ring, so it's harder to lose. We just don't carry as many keys anymore. No separate trunk lock, or apartment building and apartment door, or even front door back door. Two keys are easy to drop and not notice.
After running the full ten hours yesterday, today was more lax. Breaks between cases, not late finishing. I changed, had my keys in my hand, walked out, and nurse K was in the elevator, so I got in as well, shifting my badge into my hand instead to be ready to clock out. After that, I reached for my keys. That were not there.
A frantic search, tracing my steps, questioning my memory, help from my cow-orkers, a mild to moderate panic. Messaged Dylan, who simply got a Lyft, as I did one more search. Finally figured my keys dropped down the elevator shaft gap as I fumbled, didn't hear it because I was chatting with K. It's the only explanation that makes any damn sense. There was nowhere else.
It speaks to how much Dylan has earned my trust over the years, that I never for a moment thought he would do anything other than solve the problem as best he could. After my childhood and failed marriage, this is notable. He called the dealership, which was horrifying. So I did a little more research, and AAA will reimburse us for the new key, and our favorite locksmiths will make us a new key. If it costs the same or less than the (awful) dealership, it'll be worth it. I do hate car dealerships, shady at the best.
So, tomorrow. Our reliable local locksmiths are getting our business.
Car keys are a security issue, but they shouldn't be the scam they seem to have become.
Not feeling so perky this week.
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Its odd what moments keys choose to leave us..and that awful sinking feeling when we realise that they are missing....most disturbing.
Hope you perk up soon xx
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It does feel like the keys have been trying to escape, and finally made it. Eerie moments.
I thought I found them, in a dream, but even then I wasn't sure.
So sorry about this. I have a nightmare image of my keys falling through a drain grating into the dark filth beneath. I'm often more scared by things that haven't happened than things that have!
How lovely for you to know that Dylan will solve your problems. Such trust.
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Fear of what could happen is far worse than what has happened. I tend to worry about the stuff I can't do anything about, because I can't do anything about them.
Got the new key, not cheap, but less than the dealership, and will get some reimbursement from the car insurance.
I love my remote unlock button for my car. I've fantasized about having one for my house. But then I think of cost/hacking/loss. Glad your spouse had your back and that you got replacements.
I thought my keys were the hairbrush in my right jacket pocket and so dropped them into my desk drawer today when things in the office were exploding ... therefore, I managed to lock myself out of my office at a most inopportune moment ... thank goodness Pattie, a most wonderful colleague, saved me and upon seeing my distress (rare, but today was a rare day) allowed me to borrow not only the master key, but also presented me with a small tablet of European Chocolate, and thus saved my sanity. Woof.
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