On Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, we were heading out to be with family. Hat? check, bathing suit? check, cell phone? check, keys?
Standing in front of our rental car I reached into the end pocket of my purse for the car keys. They weren’t there. I try my best to have a designated place for the keys. Mmmm. No keys.
In the parking lot of our condo, we began digging. Still no keys. Back inside, we searched through all the obvious and not so obvious places, pockets, counter tops, bathroom? Nope.
The conclusion was that they must be locked in the trunk from when we unloaded the car the night before. It didn’t make sense but where else could they be? We tried reaching the car rental company, a local lock smith, and finally a Nissan dealer thirty minutes away. My brother volunteered to come over and call AAA a roadside assistance company, when WE FOUND THEM (ok Lisa found them. Credit where credit is due.)
Drum roll, they were under the dresser in our bedroom. As near as I can figure, I placed them on the bed and when I climbed in, the keys went flying and slid under the dresser.
It was a very stressful hour with a happy ending.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
I can feel that feeling right now: where are they? I’ve looked everywhere!! Thanks for the reminder to look again – imagining all possibility 😊 Safe travels – will bring groceries over late morning ..!
Lorrie Jones
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Keys, or rather forgetting where I’ve left them, are the bane of my life. I feel your pain!
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One key is all I had to keep track of 😌 😞
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Yikes! I’ve sure done similar. Glad you found them!
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Tense moments for sure.
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It was pretty tense for awhile. 😔
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Been there done that!!
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Hey Jan. Hope all is well for you.
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