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I want a redo.
Dec. 30th, 2011 10:27 pmI was feeling good--I took Pepper for a nice long walk, and I was going to go to the movies or watch more episodes of Ouran High School Host Club on Netflix when I got back.
And then I got to the front door and realized that my keys weren't in my pocket.
I spent almost three hours retracing my steps along the path. I walked it backwards and forwards. I knocked on doors. I kept telling myself that I would see them in the grass or in a pile of leaves; after all, I had a ton of identifiable key chains and baubles on it: my Fisher Price corn popper key chain, my red loop key chain from Reebok, my car's remote lock, Blockbuster and Kroger cards, and the little flashlight my dad just gave me for Christmas. (My dad is a big Practical Gifter.) The keys had to be out there, and I just wasn't looking hard enough.
There are two things that really suck about this, the first being that I had my cell phone with me--and I usually don't take my phone with me when I walk, and that's partially because the workout pants I wear when I walk Pepper don't have pockets, and I need to hold on to my MP3 player and the keys and the leash at the same time. So the phone is usually dead weight. But I had it with me today because I was wearing the hoodie. Usually, when I wear a hoodie, I keep the player in one pocket and the keys in the other so that I will know that there's a balance there. Having the phone threw me off.
The second thing that sucks is that I also had one of those little carbine hooks on the key ring. I found it in the parking lot at work, and for a while during the summer I would clip it on to the leash for practical purposes and because I shake my keys so that Pepper will keep walking and not get too caught up in sniffing the grass. If I had been thinking, I would have clipped the keys to her leash.
And now my dad is on this thing about changing our locks, and me having to get one of those bar locks for my car. Because I am so sure that if some unsavory character picked up the keys, they are going to go to every house within a five mile radius and try to unlock the doors and steal the cars. I will give him the house locks, but seriously, if someone is so utterly bored and depraved as to go around and DO that and then make off with my van, they fail at life even more than I do. If you want my van with 160,000+ miles on it that bad, I hope you get struck by lightning.
And then I got to the front door and realized that my keys weren't in my pocket.
I spent almost three hours retracing my steps along the path. I walked it backwards and forwards. I knocked on doors. I kept telling myself that I would see them in the grass or in a pile of leaves; after all, I had a ton of identifiable key chains and baubles on it: my Fisher Price corn popper key chain, my red loop key chain from Reebok, my car's remote lock, Blockbuster and Kroger cards, and the little flashlight my dad just gave me for Christmas. (My dad is a big Practical Gifter.) The keys had to be out there, and I just wasn't looking hard enough.
There are two things that really suck about this, the first being that I had my cell phone with me--and I usually don't take my phone with me when I walk, and that's partially because the workout pants I wear when I walk Pepper don't have pockets, and I need to hold on to my MP3 player and the keys and the leash at the same time. So the phone is usually dead weight. But I had it with me today because I was wearing the hoodie. Usually, when I wear a hoodie, I keep the player in one pocket and the keys in the other so that I will know that there's a balance there. Having the phone threw me off.
The second thing that sucks is that I also had one of those little carbine hooks on the key ring. I found it in the parking lot at work, and for a while during the summer I would clip it on to the leash for practical purposes and because I shake my keys so that Pepper will keep walking and not get too caught up in sniffing the grass. If I had been thinking, I would have clipped the keys to her leash.
And now my dad is on this thing about changing our locks, and me having to get one of those bar locks for my car. Because I am so sure that if some unsavory character picked up the keys, they are going to go to every house within a five mile radius and try to unlock the doors and steal the cars. I will give him the house locks, but seriously, if someone is so utterly bored and depraved as to go around and DO that and then make off with my van, they fail at life even more than I do. If you want my van with 160,000+ miles on it that bad, I hope you get struck by lightning.
