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
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