Last night, my husband and I went out to dinner with friends. I drove home. I pulled into the parking garage, went down the ramp, asked my husband if we could look for the library book (disappeard a few weeks ago) in our beach chair pockets (stored in a closet in the garage) and pulled into a space. And we have not seen our keys since.
We keep our car clutter-free. It’s not like the keys are lost in piles of junk. There are no piles. It’s just seats and a steering wheel. And a flashlight. We searched last night (the security guard even searched with us for a while … but gave up) for at least an hour. For ONE HOUR we searched 20 square feet of an empty parking garage and clutter-free car for keys we clearly had because otherwise we wouldn’t have been there.
We eventually had to give up and get the spare key from the hiding place in our building. This morning, Reed went back and searched with two parking attendants. Nothing.
My theory: I turned the car off, was hit over the head with a magic club by a troll. The troll took the keys, put them in his pocket and then watched us from behind a post. I think the troll also threw two dead roaches a paperclip and a rubberband out in order to keep hope alive and him entertained.
Neither Reed nor I can think of another explanation. I think the troll has my library book too.
It is also possible – unlikely but possible – that this particular parking space (we parked in the same spot the day the library book went missing) is the new Bermuda Triangle.
I’ll take a photo of the area and the inside of our car so that you can see how impossible this situation is.
Ripe for an episode of the Twilight Zone…
Yes! And once we stopped parking in the Bermuda Rectangle, we found every last thing: keys, book, medicine. I seeeeee.