I had a whole ‘nother subject planned. Which I was going to write yesterday. Because I was going to have a few hours of free time. All I had to do was run a quick errand and get ready for a 7 p.m. comedy show I’d gotten cheap tickets for.
But that didn’t happen.
The “quick” errand
I was going to run to a mall in Scottsdale to pick up a few things. Tim drove, and I was done about 30 minutes later. But he was hungry, so we sat down and had lunch.
And so, by the time Tim realized he’d left his keys on a bench, about an hour had gone by. And the keys had expensive sunglasses attached to them.
So yeah, no keys. Not at either store the bench was in front of. Not in any of the stores we visited, in the lost and found or in ithe trash can by the bench. (I thought maybe someone would take the sunglasses and toss the keys.)
AAA to the rescue (eventually)
Remind me to start carrying my own set of keys. Because I wasn’t yesterday.
We called AAA who suggested a locksmith rather than a tow. A little over an hour later, the guy arrived. And let us know that, thanks to key technology, the new one would be $190 (after AAA’s $50 contribution) and he’d have to redo the alarm system to work with the new key. Meaning our spare one at home would be useless.
But we were exhausted at this point: three hours out and about, one of which was with both of us standing the whole time. (I was waiting for the guy to lead him to the parking lot. Tim was waiting by the car to make sure the person with our keys wasn’t car-shopping via our key fob.) So whatever.
Almost an hour later, the locksmith said he couldn’t help. He’d gotten the car open, but he couldn’t rekey it to the alarm system. Apparently, we didn’t have access to the key code which is apparently something he needed.
So he called us a tow. Which took around 90 minutes to get there. At some point during the wait, Tim likened it to Gilligan’s Island and suggested I call the post the three-hour tour.
Bright side: The tow was $40 compared to $190 for a new key (and another $200 later to get a spare).
Dark side: We got home seven and a half hours after leaving the house. Which meant that even if we’d had the energy — which we absolutely didn’t — there was no way of making the comedy show.
But wait, there’s more
That key chain had our only house key on it.
The second one got stuck in our screen door’s lock. At the time, I tried taking out the lock and fiddling to get it loose. I even put it in the fridge, hoping the hot metal would cool down and contract (it was still in the 100s at this point) thereby loosening the key. But it didn’t, so I tossed the whole shebang and told Tim we needed to get a replacement made at Home Depot.
That was about two months ago.
I know, I know. Horribly lax. But Marc and Nadine each have a copy. And we keep hopping around from appointment/errand to appointment/errand or not being well enough to leave the house. Plus general disorganization. I can’t pretend that’s not a factor.
Point being, it didn’t get done. Which, since I wasn’t carrying keys, was probably moot anyway.
Hop, skip and a slide
We knew there was a house key in the guest house. And that Tim can fit through the dog door in a pinch.
But first he was going to have to step up onto the recycling bin, then onto the roof, then crawl up, then back down, then ease himself onto the ground. Then deal with the dog door.
He’s done the roof thing before. He pays for it for several days afterward. But he could do it, and the last thing we wanted was to wait for a locksmith in the (relative) cold and the rain that’d started (because of course it did).
Not to mention the cost of a Sunday house call. And the fact that we couldn’t find anyone on our dead devices, had no phone to make the call and don’t know our neighbors.
So, a slick roof it’d have to be.
But fate finally smiled on us. Well, sorta. More like a condescending smirk.
We realized that the side gate was open. When Tim’s parents leave for vacation, they can’t lock the door after them. Normally, we snap it closed as we wave goodbye. But this time they left in the middle of the night.
So the gate door was open (yay!) and had been for about a week (gulp).
But that meant he just had to deal with the dog door. He was back and unlocking our front door in under five minutes. And listening to me freak out about how we could never let the gate thing happen again. (In our defense, it never had before.)
This morning our spare key wouldn’t open the door. The remote would have let us in, but the locksmith had detached the battery to stop the car alarm. And we couldn’t get under the hood without opening the car.
Another call to AAA. At least this time the guy showed up in about 15 minutes.
Turns out the previous locksmith had been a bit too emphatic when putting the door lock back on. He’d tightened a screw a bit too much, which was keeping our keys from moving in the lock.
The guy fixed this, reattached the battery and verified that our keys worked both the car and alarm. And obviously there was no charge for the call.
Back to normal (?)
Tim had to miss one appointment, but he made it to his massage.
That’s key because he was quite literally hobbling around here this morning. He could barely move his left leg in the hip socket. Luckily, he drives with his right leg.
And I need him mobile because Home Depot is a big place, and he needs to go get a spare house key made.
So… How was your Sunday?