Car Keys

I am sure that I have mentioned at some point that we are down to one set of car keys. The last time that second set was seen was over a year ago. George swears that he hung them up; I am not so sure that happened. But in any case, we have just one set of keys to the VW. The good news is that the car doesn’t have an electronic lock. It is one of those times when I was delighted to be old fashioned. I want a key that goes into the lock. Not something that you drop somewhere near the ignition to release it. Not a clicker that is continually disappearing somewhere, delaying me getting out of the car. I want to turn a key, not press a button. Start the car, not ignite the engine.

Ok, so maybe I am being a luddite, but getting a second key in this case is going to be a lot cheaper than getting a second electronic key since that involves changing out the whole electronic lock.

What started me down this trail of concern this morning? I have been staying with a friend in the outer Sunset. Driving in yesterday, I parked my car in her driveway last night. Drivers in this area where there is extremely limited street parking don’t leave that meter free at the end of a driveway. They park as absolutely close to the edge as possible. Meaning that the width of the space through which I had to drive was less than a meter wider than the car. As I parked last night, I was thinking that backing out was going to be even more fun.

This morning I packed up everything and worked my way through all the locks to place my backpack and bag in the car. Went back in to check on everything, then back out to the car. Key? Where was the key? Obviously I didn’t lock it in the car (not physically possible). Went through my two bags. And the floor of the car, and the back seat. Nada. Went back in the house, checking out the bedroom in which I had been staying. Checked under the bed, checked the garage. Trying not to pull my hair out, I decided to take a deep breath and retrace my steps once more. It is not like I could Muni & BART to the East Bay to get the other key, because SOMEONE lost the other key and hasn’t gotten around to replacing it.

I am trying not to wake up Jessica and her son with my rustling around. My last hope was the hall. Turning on the light, I didn’t see anything along the carpet. But, hello? That lump under my shoe which I must have bumped, moved and stepped on at least twice?

My car key.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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15 Responses to Car Keys

  1. Cat says:

    My mother once put hers in the freezer compartment of the fridge.

  2. Holly says:

    Oh, yeh. Since of getting slightly older and confused. In fact, there the saying – when you find your car keys in the freezer – it is time to give up driving..

  3. Mark says:

    When Josh was 13ish he miss placed his cell phone. He was looked all over the main floor for it. We then decided to call the phone. He heard it and finally realized it was in the rear pocket of his baggy shorts. Hence came the Hammer family adage, “if it’s up your ass you’d know where it is”

  4. Donna says:

    So glad George is home! BTW Key Fobs, which come form the dealership when you purchase a new car, can be replaced with same electronic “coding” if you go back to that dealership, and/or come with a number to identify the coding in the event they need to be replaced. Granted, they are pricey. About $100. but mine is buried in my purse, never having to see the light of day or get lost as I never really have to touch it. The car responds to my touch when it is present. Once I got used to it, it is so much more efficient then a regular key. I encourage you to try it sometime!

  5. Holly says:

    I looked at that. I think it is also dependent on the make of car. We were quoted more like $350 if an electronic key had to be replaced…. so for right now, I will guard our precious one key, and try to remember to hang it on the keyboard when home, each and every time!

  6. Brad says:

    better than me looking for my reading glasses when they are on top of my head.

    I have seven pairs.

    Barely enough.

  7. Cheryl says:

    All’s well that ends well! I’m glad George is home.

  8. Alison says:

    My fob broke yesterday and to get a new one will cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $200. Glad you found your key! (Now go make a copy.)

    • Holly says:

      new key is on the list. It would have been done, if I could just call it in to the dealership….

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