What a good daughter I am. (pats self on back) I gathered some leftover sketti, ran errands (this was good wife duty, btw) and stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts to get mom some coffee, donut and soda as she requested before heading up to Baltimore again to visit her at Casa GBMC. I put all the stuff in the passenger side of the car since some other car was pulling in to the space on the driver’s side. Then I notice that I have a bunch of really, really old (circa 1995) magazines in the back seat that I should throw out. So, I close and lock the front passenger side door, open the back door which I had unlocked, gather the magazines in my arms, lock the door and close it.
Car keys mock me from the front passenger seat. So, that was fun. I frantically check to see if perhaps I left another door open by chance. Uh, no. Dammmmm. So, I rush back into DD wherein I demand the phone (okay, I didn’t demand but I did ask urgently). Call Duty. Who is not there. Leave a relatively spastic message on his phone. DD employees notice my spastic nature. Offer to help. Let’s call the fire department down the road. No answer on their phone. That’s reassuring. (sigh) Think about calling a lock$mith. Decide to finally break down and call … Neighbor Greg. Who conveniently re-found our house key just the night before. He said he will check to see if we have a spare key. I am sure that the one spare key hanging on the key ring belongs to Honda we no longer have. No matter, though. NG can take me home and then Duty can take me back over there later on to pick up the car. (sigh) Have to call the mother and remind her that her daughter is a doofus. Know she will agree.
I must have looked extra pitiful because DD employee offers me FREE coffee. I accept. NG rolls up in his truck and dangles a key outside the window. I grab it gratefully, even as I’m sure that it belongs to the other car. Fit it in the lock and SUCCESS!! Woooo HOOOO! Jump for joy in DD parking lot. Shake NG’s hand and get into the car (placing the extra key in my back pocket in case I do this AGAIN today). Call Duty (who still is away from his desk! AACK!) and let him know NG to the rescue. I’m pretty sure that NG either IS my guardian angel or works closely with them. He takes good care of me.
Moral of the story: Don’t clean your back seat out in the parking lot of Dunkin Donuts.
hahhah I am a dork.