The Story of My Keys

As you may have seen on my Facebook page, this week started with a hiccup…a pretty BIG hiccup. The story goes like this….

On Monday Morning I left the house, to go get some work done at the church. We live on a street with a large locked mailbox at the end where we and the majority of our neighbors get our mail. . It’s on the way out of our neighborhood so I stopped, as I typically do, on the way to work to pick up our mail (our mail comes insanely early each day).

I am driving our 2017 Chevy Cruze. It has a key-less, push-bottom start, and so it’s easy to put the car in park, hop out, unlock the mailbox, jump back in the car and head into town. And I did just that, got the mail, jumped back in the car, and began my morning.

A little back ground, we live in a small town outside of Salem, OR. It is about a 12 miles drive by highway. It is a nice drive, but it is a little inconvenient. So I try to maximize time that I spend in Salem getting all my errands done. That morning, I needed to stop at Hallmark (located in the mall in downtown Salem) to pick up a birthday card. When I go to our mall in Salem, I typically park the car in the garage. It’s close and convenient.

On this particular day, after parking in the garage, I hopped out of the car and instinctively reached for my pocket to make sure I had my keys with me…but no such luck… no keys. I got back in the car and started searching the console, the passenger seat, cup holders…you know. No keys to be found. Maybe I dropped them outside the car? Nope.

At that time I realized that a good way to check and see if the keys were in the car would be to push the start button and attempt to start the car. If the remote is inside  the car it will start. When I push the button, the car won’t start, and I see the message “NO REMOTE DETECTED.” Well, I think….I must have dropped the keys in the few steps I took outside the car. THEY ARE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. I get back in the car to look again. Suddenly the car alarm starts to sound. Small short blasts of the horn at first, then long loud blasts. People are walking by and staring. Meanwhile I’m frantically looking for the stupid keys. Finally after shutting the door and sitting very still the alarm goes off. Thank the Lord! By now I realize I cannot find the keys. And I’m stuck. I decide to get out of the car and call Sam.

After I get out the car, the alarm starts to sound again. I am sure that someone from mall security is going to come arrest me at any moment for attempting to steal my own car….

I call Sam’s cell phone several times…obviously he is at work and can’t answer his cell phone but I keep trying…car alarm still blasting in the very echoey parking garage.

After what seems like an eternity, and a lot of prayer, the car alarm stops one again. And, I decide to call Sam’s Branch and try to get a hold of him. His manager answers and I am able to speak to him. I explain that somehow my keys have vanished and I’m stuck in the mall parking garage (about a 5 minute drive from Sam’s Bank). Miraculously, Sam switches his lunch with another coworker and comes to my rescue.

When he arrives, I am standing near the car with the alarm blasting once again. People are really starting to stare now, and I am at my wit’s end. Luckily, my wonderful husband has BOTH of our car faubs on his key ring. He gives me his faub and I am able to start the car and turn off the alarm! But, where are the keys???

By now, I start to think about where they keys may be…did they fall out by our mailbox? A 12 miles drive away. Did they fall out at the Starbucks drive-thru? I just don’t know. After a very long hug and a lot of thank yous, Sam heads back to work. And I begin the drive home to try and find the keys.

Several things are running through my mind at this point. If someone has found my keys there are a number of potential issues. 1. Because my mailbox key is on the key ring, a would be key-finder could easily figure out which house is mine. 2. My house key is cutsy and has a big house one top that says “HOME”. Why did I ever want the cute key? 3. Both our car faubs are on my key ring. The Jeep faub costs $75 to replace, and the Chevy faub is $150 to replace. I’ve read the manual. 4. How much will the dumb mailbox key be to replace? The list goes on.

So here I am trying my hardest to drive the 55mph speed limit on my way home. I turn down our street, and my eyes instantly look to the mailbox. One of our neighbors, an adorable lady who must be about 100 years old is standing in front of the box, so I can’t see the box. I hurriedly park the car and dash to the box.

Miracle of miracles, my keys are right in front of my nose, dangling from my mailbox. I can’t believe it! What luck! At that moment our neighbor who lives closest to the mailbox comes out his front door and asks if those are my keys. I reply a very embarrassed yes.

Apparently, not long after I left my keys in the box, he arrived home and found them. He took them out and figured out which house they belonged at. He walked down to our house and tried to return them, but no one was home. He stuck them back in our box, but was keeping an eye on them out his living room window to question the person who would come claim them.

So there’s the story. I ran leaving my keys in the mailbox. Thankfully, my wonderful husband came to my rescue. And our very trustworthy neighbor kept the keys, our home, and our valuables safe.


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One thought on “The Story of My Keys

  1. Your car will drive with out the key?! I’m pretty sure mine only has a distance that it can go. But maybe not. I should do some research. Yay for amazing husbands and great neighbors!!

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