I got a panicked call from Xy. She had just flushed her keys down the toilet at Sears.
I was incredulous. “All of them?”
“All of them.”
The Sears employees tried to help, but there wasn’t anything they could do. It’s one of those high-suction toilets. The keys are long gone.
The problem is I lost my car key this summer while we were on vacation. It’s lying on the bottom of the St. James River in Missouri.
So I was thinking this was a big disaster. Certainly a big pain in the ass.
Yes, we had an emergency spare once upon a time. Xy was certain that it was long gone, so we’ve spent the last five months passing a single car key back and forth.
But on a hunch, I pulled a drawer from my nightstand, put it under a lamp where I could see properly (a flashlight search was unsatisfactory) and found the spare key almost immediately.
And so a major pain in the ass was turned into a minor pain in the ass.
Major props to my boss, who took time out of his evening to ferry me over the river on a rescue mission. Wotta guy!