Post by ella on Aug 28, 2019 19:23:31 GMT -6
I should start this story off by telling you the first episode of this was when I was on the way to drop my dog off at the boarding kennel, as I was going on vacation. I only drove 2 minutes away from my house and I managed to stop the car, get out, and lock the keys and my dog inside the car. I got that sorted, but began to develop a mania over my car keys.
A couple of weeks later I decided to go to the car wash. I drove in, got out of the car, with the keys, then, mmmmm ok where am I going to put the keys cos Im not leaving them in the car. I was wearing capris with no pockets so I stuffed the keys down my capris. I washed the car then went to the drivers side to get in, felt in my capris, no keys. Where on earth are they I stood there feeling myself all over, no keys.
I discovered there was a grid under the car so Im checking that out too, no keys. By this time I am beginning to think I had finally lost it because I knew I had put the keys down my pants.
I phoned my neighbour asking for her to go into my house (she had a house key) and get a spare pair of keys. While I was waiting for her,again, I have my hand down my pants. I could see a man over the road watching me with a telescope. When I told this tale in the chatroom one smart alec said OH WELL THAT WAS GOOD, HE STILL HAD ONE FREE HAND.
Well lo and behold, and I still dont understand this, I found the keys stuck right down in the crotch of my knickers (its been a loooong time).
My friend, drove in with my keys, I felt bad so I offered to wash her car for her, I took her keys but when I handed mine to her, she went all kind of sick (she knew where they had been).
I am still paranoid about the keys, when I go to the carwash now I hang them up on a hook on the wall.
and wwE
A couple of weeks later I decided to go to the car wash. I drove in, got out of the car, with the keys, then, mmmmm ok where am I going to put the keys cos Im not leaving them in the car. I was wearing capris with no pockets so I stuffed the keys down my capris. I washed the car then went to the drivers side to get in, felt in my capris, no keys. Where on earth are they I stood there feeling myself all over, no keys.
I discovered there was a grid under the car so Im checking that out too, no keys. By this time I am beginning to think I had finally lost it because I knew I had put the keys down my pants.
I phoned my neighbour asking for her to go into my house (she had a house key) and get a spare pair of keys. While I was waiting for her,again, I have my hand down my pants. I could see a man over the road watching me with a telescope. When I told this tale in the chatroom one smart alec said OH WELL THAT WAS GOOD, HE STILL HAD ONE FREE HAND.
Well lo and behold, and I still dont understand this, I found the keys stuck right down in the crotch of my knickers (its been a loooong time).
My friend, drove in with my keys, I felt bad so I offered to wash her car for her, I took her keys but when I handed mine to her, she went all kind of sick (she knew where they had been).
I am still paranoid about the keys, when I go to the carwash now I hang them up on a hook on the wall.
and wwE