I am often losing my car keys (and my phone, hairbrush and handbag, but this blog is about my car keys).
On Thursday I had a busy day planned but in the excitement of Julia becoming PM, I found myself glued to the TV instead of getting organised.
So that is why at 10am in a mad rush I dressed myself and my son, threw cookie dough in a box, printed off addresses, threw some snacks and nappies in a bag, strapped the toddler into the car seat, fed the cat, grabbed my phone and handbag and addresses and the cat biscuits and got in the car…..
Got out of the car and put the cat biscuits back while shaking my head and wondering what on earth I had planned to do with those. Got back in the car and went to put my keys in the ignition…. Where are the keys?.. I’m sure I had them.
I upturned my handbag – nope. I rummaged through the pile of stuff on the passenger seat… nope.
I got out of the car again and searched the dinner table, the kitchen bench, the bedside table – all the usual hiding places for my keys. nope, nope and nope.
Then I saw hubby’s keys. Hazzah! he doesn’t need keys because I have the car and I pick him up and drop him off from the train station – I shall use his keys and find mine later!
Victorious, I jumped in the car with keys in hand and started her up. I punched in my first destination into Susan, my GPS. 82ks to Kazz’s house – off I go.
Got to Kazz’s in record time thanks to my new habit of driving on the toll roads with my beepy e-tag instead of trying to discover creative ways to save $1 and driving $3 worth of petrol out of my way –
After a lovely visit with Kazz and Lyn and kids Lachy and Brookie and the famous baby Nico, I punched my next destination into the GPS and headed to the Palace of Magistus only 8.2kms away. After a flying visit to drop off cookie dough and to check that her kids are real and as cute as they look online and not just photo-shopped, I was off to Dorothy’s – 19kms away to drop off more cookie dough, have a cuppa and let Millar destroy her house – just another one of the services I offer.
I lost track of time and received a text from hubby advising me he was now on a train and would see me soon… at the station… 51kms away – in rush hour… oh good.
I left in a hurry and punched HOME into Susan and off I went, keeping to the speed limit of course, I found the traffic to be surprisingly smooth and I made it to pick up hubby in just over an hour.
Hubby had left the train station and was getting himself Dinner at the local fine dining establishment run by a very hungry bloke called Jack.
As he got into the passenger seat he grabbed my car keys…..
OFF THE WINDSCREEN!
and asked me why they were there.
“They were where” I asked?
Apparently they were hooked onto the end of the window wiper, balancing precariously on the edge of the windscreen on the outside of the car.
They had traveled 161kms – most of that at speeds above 80km.
I am still stunned that they managed to stay on.
I’m also surprised that while I had my car parked at each location, that a passerby didn’t seize the opportunity to take the keys and liberate the vehicle… although If I saw a car with keys on the windscreen I would think it was a badly disguised trap by some bored idiot who wishes candid camera was still on TV and who is clearly watching from that bush over there.
I have definitely learned my lesson and will not put the keys on the bonnet of the car while packing cookie dough into boxes. In fact I resolve to put the keys in a place specifically for my keys… as soon as I find them.