You'll be glad to know that I no longer leave my purse in the car, even overnight, and I have tried very hard to make sure the extra set of car keys is in the drawer in the house instead of in the car. So even if the regular car keys do get locked in the car, I have a way of getting into said car and driving said car.
Yesterday morning, I was getting ready to leave for the Honda dealership. I'd received a notice that a recall is out for the driver's side airbag, and I had scheduled a 9:00 a.m. appointment. But when I got to the dealership...
Me: Hi. I have an appointment.Matt strolled over to the office and was gone just a few minutes. I could tell by the look on his face that his news wasn't the kind I was hoping for.
Matt: Great, let's get you started.
Me: Thank you.
Matt: Did you get a phone call saying the parts were in?
Matt: When did you make the appointment?
Me: August 3. And I've had two reminder emails since then that my appointment was today.
Matt: Hold on. Let me check on this.
Matt: Okay, we don't have the parts. We can order the parts and you can bring it in tomorrow.At this point, I could complain about the Honda website, and the fact that the online booking system should have directed me to call the dealership to make the appointment (which would have ensured that a human ordered the parts). But I'm not here to complain, I'm here to inform you of my ineptitude. Notice that I had not been planning on leaving the car with the Honda dealership. I even had my book and computer with me, since I had anticipated sitting in the reception area for hours.
Me: Oh no. I made the appointment today because I don't have to work...
Matt: Well, let's see. I can probably get you a rental...and I can get it done by sometime on Friday.
Me: Hmmm. I really need the car Friday afternoon.
Matt: What time do you need it?
Me: About 4 p.m.
Matt: I can probably have it done by 2 p.m.
Me: Thank you, that would be great.
So when Matt arranged for the rental car, I handed my keys to him. Not the extra set I actually remembered to bring, but the set that has my house keys on it. It's not his job to notice I gave him the wrong keys. I didn't notice when I stopped at the pet store. I didn't notice when I walked into the library. But as I started the car to go home, I said to myself, Oh shoot. You are locked out of your house.
I've done so many zany and stupid things that I didn't give myself a hard time. And I toyed with heading back to the dealership, but that would be 30-40 minutes round trip I just didn't want to waste. Instead, I drove to the elementary school and had the secretaries call Aaron, who thankfully had his set of keys in his backpack. I gave the boy a smooch and a hug, thanked him, and sent him on his way. (I can't be certain the secretaries and principal weren't laughing at me, and that's okay.)
The only thing left is to make sure Aaron has his set of keys in that backpack again, because he just might need to let himself in today.