It doesn’t take a genius to see the pattern that is already set with car keys, house keys, and being locked out.  In case you missed it, there are FIVE different links there with FIVE different key/locked out stories.

Anyhow. I keep my car keys in my car, my husband takes his keys into the house. Whenever we take my car somewhere, we always end up with two sets of keys. Mine. And his. Since he’s the driver I put mine in the glove box so that no one sees the keys inside my car and thinks: Oh, keys! I’ll just break a window and then steal this almost  paid off Honda Hybrid. Of course, when we go to somewhere that does not constitute locking the car, I just leave them sitting out.

Yesterday we were at my parents house for a family get-together, we took my car and ended up with two sets of keys in the car. It was getting late and Zoe had no intention of getting out of the pool so we could leave, however the dogs needed to be let out so my brother drove my husband home while I stuck around until I could get Zoe out of the pool.

I figured it was as good a time as any to start to load the car, and that’s when I realized that he’d locked the car. My keys were in plain sight and all of the windows were rolled up. Not even a small crack so that I could stick a hanger in there and fish out my keys.

So I called him and asked if he wanted me to come home.

“Eventually.” He said.

“You locked my keys in the car.” I told him.

“Figure it out.” He replied.

Figure. It. Out.

He’s lucky he was joking.

So he came back and unlocked my car for me. The habit of working in the big city die hard I suppose, either that, or he accidentally pushed the lock button on the key fob while it was in his pocket.