I had an epiphany—an experience of sudden and striking realization—as I pulled my car into the garage and removed the keys from the ignition.
My keys are always lost or on their way to being lost. Recently, I was delivering something to somebody, with Rascal (my Jack Russell) along for the ride. I pulled in front of the home I was delivering the something to, responsibly locked the car, ran up the stairs to drop the item through the mail slot, then turned around and realized my keys had gone with the item through the mail slot. Rascal in car, purse in car, phone in car, and keys through mail slot with the car responsibly locked. Fortunately, I am not still standing on the porch stoop; the tenant in the adjacent apartment came home, opened the main door and retrieved my keys.
When I was spending more time at Cole’s school than he was, volunteering for one event after another, it was common knowledge that nobody should ever give me the keys to anything. I was responsible enough to chair an event, but not responsible enough to hang onto the keys to the building, the truck or the storeroom. I was introduced with a disclaimer: This is Katybeth. She is chairing our auction this year. We just love her. Please, never give her a set of keys. I wasn’t embarrassed; I was relieved.
Dearly departed Joe, the man who never lost his car keys, stopped asking me how I could lose my keys again and just assumed I would lose them—and if they weren’t lost, more than likely they were locked in my car or the trunk. Joe, was an expert at finding my keys, even if he wasn’t very nice or patient about looking for them. I once called him in a panic because I had lost my remote that opened my car, and my car was locked. Joe calmly asked if I had my key. I happily reported that I did have the key, but the remote had fallen off the key ring. Silence followed. “Katybeth,” he said, “you have the key but not the remote.” Impatiently, I assured him the key was in my hand. He suggested I use the key to open the car. I knew, I married Joe for a reason. I’m brunette, thank you.
If I had a list of all the key-keeper suggestions I’ve tried, the list would be longer than Santa’s Christmas list. Ideas have included putting my car keys on a special key hook, designating special pockets in my purse, and wearing them around my neck on a lanyard. I tried this last one at an event, but the clasp broke on the lanyard and my key fell through a sewer grate. I kid you not; there were witnesses. In case you are wondering, we have keypads installed on our house’s doors so I never have to worry about a house key.
Back to my epiphany. One of the most frustrating places to lose your keys is at home. Everyone is furious with you for making them late, and it costs you a fortune in taxis. If you have to ask about a spare key, you clearly don’t understand my problem to its full extent. Driving into my garage today, I remember Pink’s obituary, in which she suggested leaving your keys under the front seat of the car. Everyone did this in the old days. These days, people worry a lot more about everything. However, my car is parked in a garage at home and locked behind a steel garage door. The only way in is through the main garage door. The alley gate is pad locked from the inside and I lost the key.
Today, after my epiphany, I tossed my keys under the seat and it felt so natural and effortless. I don’t know why, but it just felt so right. When I came into the house, I wrote on the kitchen white board, “Keys in car,” so I wouldn’t spend an hour looking for them before I remembered about my epiphany. (It’s key to cover all the bases.) Of course, this won’t solve my problem when I am away from home or stop me from tossing them into mail slots, but it is a step in the right direction!
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P.S Yes, there are apps for lost keys, the newest one is the Tile App. No less than a half a dozen people e-mailed me the link. I’m a legend. However, what if both the app and my keys both gang up on me, then what?