Angie and I went shopping Sunday evening; the two of us bought groceries and I bought an omelette/poached egg pan and a laundry basket. When we got home, I put three bags of groceries in the laundry basket and brought them up to our condo. We had parked nose-out so the trunk would be toward our stairs so unloading would be easier. Once everything was put away, I went looking for the pan I bought, I thought it might still be in the trunk so I went down to the car to check. Not seeing any pan, I went back upstairs to find Angie had brought in a pan and put it on a dining room chair under the table. Some time after we assembled the pan, I noticed I didn’t have my keys which are normally in my left pants pocket. On my way down to the car, I didn’t see anything unusual but I sure did when I got there. The keys were still in the trunk lock!
YIKES!!!
Once, while driving up 95 towards Baltimore, I saw a guy driving in the right lane with his keys in the driver’s side door lock!! (figure that one out.)
I tried to get his attention, but imagine what you might think if you were a 60+ year old man driving calmly in the right lane when some 30 year old yahoo leans out of the cab of a pickup truck (I was a passenger) and starts pointing to your door.
He glanced at me quickly, then put both hands on the wheel and stared straight ahead. Oh well, eventually, he’ll have to stop and open his door.