I park in the same spot, in the same direction at my house every day.
I walk around my car to get to and from my house every single day.
This morning, I walked to my car, sat down and realized I was trying to drive my car from the passenger seat.
My mom laughed and yelled across the yard, “I can tell it’s going to be a great day!” #sarcasm
I left work a little early for my lunch break to run a work-related errand that had me a bit frazzled. I needed a cashier’s check and I stopped at the closest bank, I grabbed my wallet and went inside. They told me that since I don’t bank with them, they couldn’t do it and I left, a bit defeated but decided I’d just drive to the post office instead…
That’s when I realized I locked my keys in my car.
I cussed myself out in my head and marched the quarter mile back to work along the jogging trail… in a dress.
My stress-inducing work-related errand would just have to wait until tomorrow.
On the way, I decided I’d make fun of myself by posting a picture to Instagram. And that’s when I realized my phone was in my car.
I got back to work and grabbed a coke to cool off because an Alabama summer finally decided it’d show off… I, then, realized I forgot to put on deodorant this morning.
My mom promised to be here by five o’clock with the spare key. And I went about my work day, ate a bagel for lunch and posted on facebook for someone to “BEER ME.”
Even though many friends promised a beer in solidarity or upped their offers to margaritas, the day felt ruined and the stress piled on.
When mom called to tell me she couldn’t find the spare key, but she had a keyless entry remote that she thought maybe, might belong to my car, I wanted to cry. Maybe and might weren’t good enough in the moment.
For some reason, locking your keys in your car is stressful. It’s (usually) no one’s fault but your own and I felt like the entire day had gone to hell and back…
And then I realized, the last time I used the spare key, I tucked it into a pocket of my wallet for safe keeping… You know, the wallet I had in my hand, because I grabbed it before I locked my car door and walked into the bank…
Yep. Spare key. I had it. The whole time. All day.
So. Let’s skip the beer, and just pass me to the beach on Saturday, k?
(Lesson learned: Act a fool, and God will show you are one. Noted!)