Keys, keys, keys...

So, I guess I jinxed myself by blogging yesterday about my blunders. I was planning to do some shopping after work yesterday, so around 4pm I went to my car and got my jeans and tennis shoes out of the trunk to change in to. I came back in the building, changed clothes in the bathroom and then went back to my desk for the last hour of the day. Then, I shut down and got ready to head out. When I started digging around in my purse, my keys were not there. So I dig through the bag of clothes and checked all the pockets, still no keys. Then, it dawned on me. I must have laid them down in the trunk while I was digging around for my jeans and tennis shoes. I have no extra set of keys.

A co-worker offered to take me home. I decided I may as well and just wait until in the morning to call either the dealership or a locksmith figuring they’d probably charge me an after hours fee if I called this late. We get to my house and I realize that I don’t have a key to my house either! So, we move along to plan B. She takes me to Wal-mart where I do some shopping while I wait for my mother to get in town with keys to my house. I decide to stay there and make due until the morning. I almost panicked when I discovered I was out of TP in the upstairs bathroom, but luckily there was a spare roll in the downstairs bathroom since I had no way to go get more. How embarrassing would it be to have to call someone to bring you TP?

So, this morning I realize that my overnight bag was also in the trunk from where I had spent the night at Scott’s the previous night. That bag included things such as my good hairbrush, hair straightener and my only stick of deodorant! I did the best I could with my hair and mom picked me up. I called the dealership when they opened and was told that they could in fact cut me a new door key if I could provide proof of ownership and identification. So, I gather those things and we head to the dealership (making a pitstop at the drugstore for some deoderant). On the way there, I get a call from a co-worker.

Co-worker: Amy…
Me: Yes?
Co-worker: Do your keys have a little flash light on them?
Me: Yes!
Co-worker: I have them at my desk.
Me: Where were they?
Co-worker: They were found in the ladies room.

Talk about embarrassing! I’m just thankful that I had not paid for a new key or paid a locksmith to find there were no keys in my car! And I was even more thankful that I had a keychain on my ring that led them to our offices. The restroom that we use is public for the whole building and they would not have had any idea where to bring it without that keychain. Whew!