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Monday, January 27, 2020
Losing it Again
Losing it Again
Last week I spent a half hour looking for a pocketful of screws that I had just 2 minutes earlier put in a baggy and taped it to pieces of the storm door I just removed. It’s a long story told last week; I’m not telling it again.
Anyway, it made me wonder if my mind was frazzled.
Yesterday I lost my car key fob. Now losing your car keys is pretty easy. People do it all the time. Come home, get distracted and drop your keys someplace that you normally do not and bingo! they are lost.
This was different. I lost them after I came home from the gym.
I got out of the car and went to push the car door button that locks the car, as I did that, I patted my pocket to feel the keys, a habit I have developed for some unknown reason.
They were not there!
This car is one where you start it by pushing a button, lock it by pushing a button, open it by just grabbing the handle. As long as the key fob is within a few feet of the car, like in you pocket, the door opens, the car starts or the door locks.
Clearly, I did not leave my keys at the gym or I could not have started the car. I checked all my pockets. I checked my gym bag. I checked the seat and the floor. I checked everywhere in the car including places that made no sense, like the glove box. I checked under all the seats.
How the heck could I not find the key fob, it was clearly within a few feet of the car when I started it at the gym? Maybe I started the car and then the fob fell out of my pocket back in the gym parking lot.
I turned the car off, then pushed the button and it started. The fob has to be in the car.
I went in the house screaming that the key fob was lost.
“How could it be lost; it has to be in the car or you could not have started it?”
“I don’t have it and I checked everywhere in the car and it is not there either!”
“Take a flashlight and check under the driver’s seat. It must have fallen out of your pocket and slipped between the seat and the consol.”
“I checked under that seat twice!”
“OK, but it is not there, it’s a mystery. The fob just vanished!”
I took the flashlight, went back out and peered under the seat.
In the nook of the black seat runner under the seat, the flashlight made out the shape of the black fob.
Mystery solved. Relief!
Except now I had to endure the dreaded “I told you so!”