THE KEYS

It's something I fumble around doing on occasion in the early morning hours. Let's face it we all misplace our keys from time to time. I do it, I freely admit it. But this morning was different. I got up groggy, and staggered downstairs to begin my usual morning routine. Pretty much every morning I down a yogurt drink, and then eat a bowl of cereal. I did that. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something on the kitchen table. It was a note from my daughter addressed to me.

Dear Dad,

Trevor and I searched high and low for the keys to my car last night. We couldn't find them, so I hope you don't mind but I figured you wouldn't care if I took your car and you can take mine today.

The note went on, but the rest of it isn't all that important. After reading it I went back to the den, brushed back the curtain and looked outside. My car was gone. Courtney's car was still parked at the curb out in front. Now Courtney's problem was my problem.

Why would my daughter do something like this? Well Trevor and I took her car to the movie theater on Saturday night. So she and Trevor figured I must have the car keys in my room. They didn't want to wake me up to ask me about them. How kind of them don't you think? So what did this mean for me? Well it meant that I was going to have to hunt for the keys now.

There was only one problem with their presumtion that I had the keys. I didn't drive to the movie, Trevor did. So I woke up Trevor and told him he was going to have to find the keys. He had them last! He began hunting for them. It didn't take long for me to realize there was no way a dead tired 17 year old was going to find these keys. So I woke up my wife and pleaded with her to drive me into work. So right now I'm stranded. I can take the metro home, but it will only deposit me near my home. They haven't installed a metro station stop at my home.

Of course there is a good chance that I won't take the metro. I plan to get off the air this morning and call my daughter. I think she'll understand when I insist in a kind fashion that she pick me up and take me home. By the way Trevor was able to eventually find the keys. He found them, and then decided to take the car to school. So even when I get home I'm going to be out a car. Oh the joys of parenthood!