The other day my dad lost his car keys. He had a spare, but the battery in the remote was dead so he couldn't automatically unlock his car. I mean, it's how everyone used to do it, but you know, you become used to auto unlocking and then its a pain in the ass to go back to the other way- to revert. And, if anyone has ever bought a new remote for their car, they know that it is an expensive-ass piece of plastic- let's say $200 or so.

A couple days later, I was rushing around and realized I had lost my keys. I checked everywhere I could think of as quick as I could so I could still make my train into the city. I didn't find them in time so I took the spare set and went about my day.

A couple days after that, I was going to do background work for Law and Order, and I wanted to wear this particular pair of shoes because it was supposed to be some high-fashion club scene. When I was throwing all my wardrobe stuff into the suitcase, I noticed something in one of my shoes, and i was thinking, "Yes I found my keys!" But, I quickly realized they were my dad missing keys. Then I was thinking, "Of course I found my dad's keys and not my own." So, by now I was determined to find my keys- mind you this was at 1:30 am on a night I was only going to have 2 1/2 hours of sleep. So, I proceeded to tear my room apart... alas, still no keys.

I told my dad, I found his key in my shoe (however, he was a lot less surprised then I had imagined). But, I told him i still couldn't find mine- and, I was thinking I was never going to find them. I proceeded to go about my next whole day and night. Then this morning, when I was leaving my boyfriends house, I was about to start my car with the spare set, and out of the corner of my eye noticed a combination of metal and plastic shimmering in that spot between the driver's seat and the console where spare change usually falls- it was my keys!! So, in a fit of triumph and victory I stuck the spare set in the cup holder and started my car with my own keys.

Points of accomplishment:

- two moments of triumph for the price of one set of my own lost keys

- an outrageously relatable slice of american life

-I'm my dad's hero

Analogous Cookie

I got off the train at Hicksville Station and there was a Girl Scout table set up at the bottom of the stairs. I usually order them from someone with a daughter, but spontaneously decided I wanted some cookies. I was dying for a Samoa- the best Girl Scout cookie invented- but they didn't have any left. I didn't want to leave disappointed about the Samoas, so I decided to go with the Tag-A-Long- the second best Girl Scout cookie invented. I gave the dad my $3.50 and walked away from the table completely satisfied with my purchase. I started walking back to where my car was parked, eating a few of the cookies, and realized that I was just looking for a cookie.

Had I gotten the coveted Samoas, I probably would have eaten the box by the time I drove up to my house. Instead, I was able to consume a few Tag-A-Longs and still had most of a box to offer to my family when I got home.

I wanted a box of Samoas, but all I really needed was a few tasty Tag-A-Longs.