I worked a desk shift at the Freeps tonight. So I parked my car downtown. I fumbled around for some change. I got out of my car and walked about five feet to the parking meter. I took my laptop bag and my lunch out of the car and then I locked the car.
OK, I tried to lock the car. But that's not a good idea if you don't have your keys.
So let me review. Somehow I lost a set of keys (about a half-dozen) on a large key ring in/around my car in the time it takes to walk five feet.
I looked for a solid 20 minutes in, out, on top of and even under my car. I emptied out both my lunch bag and my lap top bag. Twice. I checked my pockets 17 times. Nothing.
I even enlisted a co-worker to help me go back to the car and we both repeated the search. Nada.
My loving wife drove an hour to give me my spare key and she resumed the search. Zilch.
Soooooo ...
One of three things happened. Someone stole my keys. I put my keys some place inside my car, my bags or my body (Yikes!) that it either so obvious or so remote that it obscures them totally or my keys were sucked through a space/time vortex.
I vote for option three. I'm sure someone on some other planet suddenly had a set of keys on a Red Sox key chain turn up unexpectedly and they are writing a blog about the strangest thing to happen to them in a long, long time.
At any rate, if you find my keys ... or my mind, let me know.
On an unrelated note, tomorrow (today?) OK, Tuesday I will resume editing photos taken over last couple of weeks, including the BFA girls hockey championship photos and the MVU boys hockey and boys basketball semifinal photos.
If you want to be notified when they are posted, shoot me an email or leave a comment.
Have you seen my keys?
The good news? I'm finally over my cold.
The bad news? Apparently, I've lost my mind.
And my keys.
The following is a true story.
I worked a desk shift at the Freeps tonight. So I parked my car downtown. I fumbled around for some change. I got out of my car and walked about five feet to the parking meter. I took my laptop bag and my lunch out of the car and then I locked the car.
OK, I tried to lock the car. But that's not a good idea if you don't have your keys.
So let me review. Somehow I lost a set of keys (about a half-dozen) on a large key ring in/around my car in the time it takes to walk five feet.
I looked for a solid 20 minutes in, out, on top of and even under my car. I emptied out both my lunch bag and my lap top bag. Twice. I checked my pockets 17 times. Nothing.
I even enlisted a co-worker to help me go back to the car and we both repeated the search. Nada.
My loving wife drove an hour to give me my spare key and she resumed the search. Zilch.
Soooooo ...
One of three things happened. Someone stole my keys. I put my keys some place inside my car, my bags or my body (Yikes!) that it either so obvious or so remote that it obscures them totally or my keys were sucked through a space/time vortex.
I vote for option three. I'm sure someone on some other planet suddenly had a set of keys on a Red Sox key chain turn up unexpectedly and they are writing a blog about the strangest thing to happen to them in a long, long time.
At any rate, if you find my keys ... or my mind, let me know.
On an unrelated note, tomorrow (today?) OK, Tuesday I will resume editing photos taken over last couple of weeks, including the BFA girls hockey championship photos and the MVU boys hockey and boys basketball semifinal photos.
If you want to be notified when they are posted, shoot me an email or leave a comment.