Do you ever have those moments where you sort of have an out of body experience and can't remember how or why you did something? There are times where I am scratching my head trying to figure out how I got myself into a situation. I used to pride myself on being so organized and timely with my life. I don't know what happened because now, I would lose my head if it weren't attached. I am the person who is frantically searching for her phone while she is talking on it. On that note, here's a story.
A couple of weeks ago, I drove to the commissary for a quick grocery run on my lunch break. I live on the Naval base, so it's about a 2 minute drive. I got to the grocery store, did my shopping, and went to check out. I reached for my keys as I was getting ready to walk back to my car, and they were nowhere to be found.
Great, when I can't find my keys when I am out, there is only one place they could be. At that point I knew I had locked my keys in my car. I was annoyed, but ultimately I could call roadside assistance and they would be there within the hour.
I walked outside to my car to see my expectation was indeed the reality. I locked my keys in my car. Annoying, but not the end of the world. But wait? Why was my car subtly vibrating? Oh my gosh...
Yes. I locked my keys in the car while. it. was. running. How in the world does that even happen? So I sat next to my locked, running car with my groceries at my feet and tried to figure out how I was going to get myself out of this one. This was the thought process:
Seriously Chelsea, how did you even do this?
I better stay next to my car so someone doesn't try to steal it. Oh wait, they can't. It's locked.
Shoot, I bought milk at the store that's going to spoil. That's $2 we'll never see again.
Speaking of money down the drain, so glad I recently filled my car up with gas. More money down the drain.
After a series of illogical thoughts, it finally occurred to me to call my husband. Thank you Lord that he was on his lunch break. He rushed home, found the spare key, and came to save the day. He of course wouldn't put me out of my misery and unlock the car until he snapped a picture and got an explanation of how I could have let this happen. Husband, I have no idea. You picked a real winner, obviously.
So that's my life in a nutshell. I wish I could say this is the only time I have ever been so careless, but that would be an utter lie. One day, I will learn to pay attention. How does one lock their keys in their car while it's running? I have absolutely no idea, but apparently, it's possible.