I am a keeper of keys, not a loser of keys.
When we headed out on vacation a few weeks ago, Andrew suggested, rather strongly, that we drive my car to the airport shuttle. His car is new. Mine is ten years old (but I love and protect her and wouldn't trade her for anything less than the new Bentley SUV that is coming out in 2014). I capitulated in the end and off we went.
He left me and the luggage off at the waiting room and parked. I want to give you a mental picture here. I had a backpack with a dozen (or more) zippered compartments; a big tote bag with more than a dozen zippered compartments and a cross-body purse with--yep--many zippered compartments. Andrew had nothing with zippered compartments so he thought it logical that he hand over the keys to me.
All was well. We boarded the shuttle and settled into comfortable seats for the drive to the airport. We got there, checked in the big suitcase and headed off to get some lunch before our 2 p.m. flight. I was still guarding all my various and many-zippered traveling bags. As usual, I kept checking to make sure I had our flight information, car rental information, hotel information, passport, visas, shot records (did I mention we were only going to Rhode Island?) and my little "stashes" of cash hidden along with the credit card in my various zippered bags. We all, bag and baggage too, arrived in good order and on time.
The days seemed to fly past as we enjoyed our family and beautiful New England.
Too soon, it was time to pack up and reverse the procedure to head home. AND I couldn't find the car keys. Make that car keys, house key and library card!! I went through every zippered compartment, every drawer and niche and cranny of the hotel room. I looked under the bed. I searched the rental car. Then I went through every zippered compartment again. No keys!
Fortunately I had a spare car key in my wallet (which was still safe in one of the zippered compartments) and our neighbor had a house key. Of course, I took the opportunity to tell Andrew that he should have kept the keys since he drove the car. I was really not wanting to accept the blame for losing them--not that he was blaming me.
When we got home, I called the airport shuttle office, the hotel, the airline and the rental car agency, leaving my name just in case the keys turned up. Andrew had a new house key made and we moved on with our life. Yesterday morning, he said I should call the car dealer and get a new key made. As I recall, the keys cost about $400!!!!! "We have two keys to that car. Isn't that enough?" I (pleadingly) asked. "Just check on the cost", he replied. Drat, I had hoped he would forget about the whole unpleasant loss. I figured I'd do it tomorrow because, after all, tomorrow is another day. I had fun plans for the morning and wanted to put unpleasant tasks aside. I reached for my sunglass case (it was cloudy the whole time we were on vacation and I didn't need them) and opened it and....