Wednesday, December 6, 2017
What Could Go Wrong…part too*
I survived for the four days that Mrs. C left me alone. I now only had to pick her up at the airport…what could go wrong?
Mrs. C left me with several requests. Pick up the mail, don’t change the settings on the car, don’t lose anything, don’t burn the house down. Check, check, check and check. I even did some laundry and cleaned up after myself.
When she left, she gave me two keys tied together. One was for mail, the other the house key. The keys are on lanyards that she made herself when Girl Scouting with her daughter.
There are not many things that upset my wife. Number one is messing with or losing her stuff…what could go wrong?
The first time I went to the mail box, the key lanyards became undone. I got the mail, put the mail key lanyard over my gear shift to remind me to pick up the mail every day, and put the house key…somewhere.
Wednesday before I went to the airport for pickup duty, I went to get the house key. It was not in my hat where I often put stuff that I don’t want to lose, it was not in the box by the door where Mrs. C always puts her keys. I must have put it in the Jeep front seat compartment. I would retrieve it after I picked up Mrs. C as I was running late.
All went well on my pick-up run, after all, what could go wrong? I had to do the circle thing at the airport twice because her baggage retrieval took longer than expected, but all went well**.
Once in the car the thing Mrs. C asked me for was the house key. I don’t know why she was concerned about the key, other than Mrs. C has a sixth sense for trouble. I explained that I misplaced it, and that it should be in the Jeep.
She started getting antsy.
“Relax, the two keys that you tied together came undone, what do you think, that I just tossed the house key all willy nilly?”
“Maybe.” (Maybe means probably in Mrs. C speak.)
“Relax.” (Never a good idea to tell a woman to relax)
First thing when we got home, I looked in the Jeep for the key. I did not find it. I did not find it in the box, it was not in any locks, I looked for it here, I looked for it there, I did not find it anywhere.
“Did you find my key?”
“It will turn up.”
“Wrong answer, you find it now!”
I checked every where I could think, pockets, floor, places it may have fallen, places that made no sense. I even checked the Jeep a second time.
“I have no idea, I must have become distracted and left it some weird place.”
“I’m going to check your car.”
“I already looked for it in the car twice, I tore the car apart, it is not in the car.”
Mrs. C left to check the car anyway.
Well, between the time I checked the car and the time Mrs. C checked the car someone who must have stolen the key snuck into the garage and replaced the key in the front seat compartment of the Jeep.
All is well again in the Cranky house and with Mrs. C home, what could go wrong?
**The cops don’t let you loiter at the Newark Airport arrival area so you have to circle the airport.