The other day, I lost the keys to my car.
I made it to work with them. So somewhere between the parking lot and my office, the keys to the Dubmobile vanished.
I didn’t realize it until the work day was over, and of course, I had to rifle through my 3 month collection of receipts and empty gum wrappers to realize that the keys weren’t in my purse. By 5:20 I was retracing my steps through the office, trying to think of a logical place I would have set my keys down.
There was no logical place.
I had left my keys at the bank.
And banking hours were closed.
I called anyway.
“Hi there, I think I left my keys there this afternoon.”
“Are the keys to a XXXX?”
“Yea, you did leave them here. Some guy found ’em and was like, This looks like a nice car, so somebody’s probably going to want these back.”
“Yea, I want ’em back. I know you’re closed… is there a way I can get those from you so I can drive myself home?”
“Er… yea… you know what, why don’t you walk through the drive through and we can give ’em to you at the window.”
Yes. I walked through the drive through at the bank to get the keys to my car.
And I had to wait behind a couple in a red truck who were making a deposit in order to retrieve my keys. I stood in line at the drive through window at the bank. Pretty sure they don’t really like you doing that. If I was making a deposit I wouldn’t like to see a frazzled pregnant woman in my rear view while I’m handing piles of cash to the teller.
This is my one use of the “Baby Brain” card.
Fingers crossed the next two weeks go smoothly.