Well, there is a pandemic rampaging though the country. If that wasn’t bad enough, there are people who seem to think that their “freedom” is more important than the rest of our lives, so they go out, get infected and bring it to the rest of us. So, my solution involves using delivery services for my and my cat’s food and staying at home a lot of the time. I mean a lot!!! I mean going out maybe 3 hours a week instead of 6 a day.
Part of my strategy is to wait till very late…like midnight or after, and sneak out hoping the neighbors are at rest. Last night, I decided 1. I needed to deposit my stimulus check which finally arrived. 2. take out the trash and 3. to mail two bills which has to be done at the post office.
So, here I go. Wouldn’t know if but down at the other end of the courtyard at my “elegant upscale apartment complex” there was a fight going on with police cars pulling up to every entrance to the complex, and coming in from every direction. But never fear, they weren’t right next to me…at least 6 feet away, so your brave hero hoofed it to the car.
Remember, I am holding a large garbage bag, a check and two keychains. What could possibly go wrong? Well, something managed to because one of the sets of keys got dropped and I didn’t know where. I still had the car keys, the garbage bag, and the check, sort of crumpled but still had it.
So, I drove to the trash bin, deposited the garbage. Then to the bank where I deposited the check. Oops, I also forgot the two bills and still, of course, did not have my key to get in my apartment.
So, I come back to the apartment, and the police have finally gotten the neighbors calmed down enough that they could leave and I stopped one of them to help me find my keys. He was confused because how did I get in the car and drive without my keys. Also, he didn’t understand how I knew they were gone if I hadn’t gone to the door yet after getting back. Finally, I managed to explain, he turned the cop car around and shined the light on the grass and neither of us saw the keys.
So, I am thinking now, I am locked out of my apartment. Hopefully the management of the complex will come in at 10am and have an extra key. So I drive across to the other side of the river, go though my favorite neighborhood, just to be saying I did it, something I hadn’t done since the pandemic hit, came back across the river, got some food at McDonalds, and got gas and came back.
I got the bright idea to part across the driveway and shine the line on the grass and viola, saw something shiny and sure enough there were the keys to the apartment.
So, I managed to find my keys and get into the apartment almost four hours after I locked myself out, and ended up going back to mail the bills. Except for the policeman that wasn’t really as close as 6 feet I don’t think, the exposure was zero…the drive though was protected by both distance and glass obstruction.
I can tell stories like this all day…and sadly, some of them were from when I was in my twenties. Scatterbrained, much??? But lucky too. But at least the history shows it ain’t age related.
(oh my, I wish I knew how to do tags, sigh)