uh oh! by fidgiegirl
So I had my keys tucked into the waistband of my pants. The dog saw something and lurched ahead, presumably chucking said keys into the grass. Moments later, I patted my hip and had a realization: no keys. For half an hour we prowled the route we’d just taken from car to rental booth to waterside to road and around again. We even poked in the garbage with a stick! No keys. Not until some friendly folk inquired about fishing did we become distracted from our quest, and what do we hear? Jingle, jingle! We look up to see a strangely happy woman holding the car keys. Joy!
over 5 years ago
