My Kingdom for a Key

Thursday is Terry day, that is, I have from 5-9pm to do just about anything that I want to do. The first thing that is on the list is to spend time with my guy friends, doing something manly like drinking beer and shooting pool or running or just drinking beer. I do have a CamelBak now and could Run and Drink Beer (hmmmmm). I also do other things like errands that revolve around me (window shopping for man bag go bag) or that are 10,000x easier to do without the kids (as in just about everything).Yesterday started no differently. Boring day at work (could you tell with the 4 posts?), surfing the web, watching me make money as the stock market took a little tumble. As the sun set on the day of work, the fun was just getting ready to begin. In the last 15 minutes of work, I started to shut everything down and gather my stuff together. I also pulled out the clothes that I would wear during my run with Soon-To-Be-Doctor David. Once the secretary was gone, I donned my running attire.

Everything was packed, ready to go. I staged everything in the foyer of the house (I work in an old 1940s house), so that I can put everything outside and then set the security system. I shutdown my computer and move everything out the door. I then get my work key out and my car key. Except that I can’t find my car key.

I just had my car key 10 minutes ago. Where is my car key? It’s 4:55 and I am going to meet David at 5:05pm. Where is that key. I come back in and look on my desk… nothing. I start looking around, not too panicked (yet) because I just had it. I rifle through the papers on my desk, not there. Look on the floor, not there. I then glance through the bags that I have and it’s still no where to be found. Now, I am starting to get upset.

I bring my bags back inside and proceed to go through them. I look through the dirty clothes bag from working out at lunch, I look through the bag that I put my work clothes in and there is nothing there. I look through my Man Bag Go Bag and there’s nothing there. I look through the bag that I carry my lunch, not there. I look through my saddle bag, nothing there. Damn, I have a lot of bags. NOT THERE!

It’s now 5:05pm and I have been looking for 10 minutes and it’s no where to be found and I am getting ready upset. I look through my desk for the second and third time, on the floor again and then through my bags again. Now, I am really upset because I am late for my running date and I can’t find the key that I just saw 20 minutes ago! ARGH!

It’s now 5:15pm and I conceed that I am not going to find my key any time soon. I knew that I could lock all my stuff up at my office, go run and then come back and keep looking. So, I stashed all my stuff, locked up and went to go run.

I wasn’t too happy when I met up with Soon-To-Be-Doctor David, but I knew that I needed to take myself out of the situation and reflect on Sherlock Holmes “We must fall back upon the old axiom that when all other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth” and then the key’s location would be revealed to me.

I had a decent second run today, but I was still riled up about the key. David was nice enough to offer to call me when he was done showering to see if I had found my key. If I had, things were great. If Not, he could drive me home.

So, I head back to my office in the dark and when I get there the cleaning guy is finishing up. I ask him if he had seen a key and which he replied in the negative. Okay, so what to do? Check every place again…

I look through the dirty clothes bag from working out at lunch, I look through the bag that I put my work clothes in and there is nothing there. I look through the bag that I carry my lunch, not there. I look through my saddle bag, nothing there. I look through my Man Bag Go Bag and WAIT! What’s this? It’s my key hanging out in the pocket that I keep my office keys!

Could I have accidentally dropped my car key in there when I was getting my office key? Glory Be to the Father! Hur-RAY!!! WOO-HOO! Life is back to normal. Now, on with Terry Day with being about 30 minutes behind, no big deal.

[But the story doesn’t end there]

I get all my bags together, set them outside, lock up the office and take everything to the car. I open the trunk, put my bags into the trunk and now I am ready to go. Except that when I look, I only have my office keys… WHAT? You have to be kidding me! I managed to have found my keys for all of 5 minutes, only to lock them securely in my trunk! My phone rings, it’s David.

“How are things?”

“Oh, good and bad,” I said half way chuckling. “I manage to find my keys but then promptly lock them in my trunk.”

So I waited a few minutes for David to pick me up and he took me home. It’s Thursday night and I am home and my car is at work. This isn’t too big of a problem, I can take the bus to work. I took My Lovely and Talented Wife’s car to the bus stop and locked the keys in the car, on purpose! She has OnStar, so it’s all good. She’ll arranged our Au Pair to take her to the bus stop, ring up OnStar and she’s good to go.

So, I’m on the bus heading to work. YAY!

[But the story doesn’t end there]

Oh, no. I can’t make this up. Actually, I could but what I would make up wouldn’t be as funny AT me. So, I take the UT bus stop and have about 1/4 mile to walk. As I am walking I am thinking about what’s in my trnuk and whether I would need any of that today during work. I’m imaging myself seeing all my stuff in the trunk with my key laying innocently there. But then I think, how I am going to open the trunk? I never got the spare key. *crickets chirping*

oh yeah, that’s right! How many college degrees do I have?

[But the story doesn’t end there]

I texted My Lovely and Talented Wife that I had left the key at home. Once at work, she proceeded to tell me that she can’t find the spare key… great. So now what? That’s our only spare. (One of my errands to run was to make more car keys)

Resolution: She did find the spare key and through a series of vehicle dosey-do, everything will fall into place, I hope. There is the small chance that I could lock the spare key inside the trunk with the other key at which we’d have to call a locksmith, but the chances of that happening are what? 1:1000 or so.

About planet3rry

I'm a husband, father and runner in the Knoxville area. I love the way that running makes me feel and how it has changed my thinking. I am always looking for the new PR whether in the 5k or the marathon