Summary: Mistakes were made when a key to get into a car were inside a car, and said car also had keys to an apartment, a mailbox, and other sundries. At least most of the rest of the week has been fairly decent.
The Locked Key Incident (with a bonus happy resolution!) and other recent tidbits
BLOT: (11 May 2012 - 03:29:10 PM)
The Locked Key Incident (with a bonus happy resolution!) and other recent tidbits
Let's start with an odd pairing of words from an article about something tragic: "Police...are investigating the death of an 8-year-old girl...found hanging from a rope attached to a tree." + "[The coroner] describes the death...as suspicious.". I wonder how a person found drained of blood and covered in dark sigils would be described? Heart Failure?1.
Now, on to the news of the hour. Well, past 96 hours or whichever. Sarah was out of town last week and came back in for the weekend. Then we went down to Auburn to see Alicia's graduation [she was wrapping up a German degree, summa cum laude style, congrats to her and good luck!] and because Sarah and Alicia were heading back out of town, this time to Boston, the very next morning at a very early time, we had to make the trip down to Auburn, sit through the graduation, and then come immediately back to Huntsville in one extended go. By the time we got back in time, I was exhausted and Sarah moreso...
...and because the fob on my set of the car keys kept setting off the alarm in my pocket, I took them out and put them in the door's side pocket to keep them safe...
...so when we got home I forgot to get the keys out of the car. Sarah got a ride to the airport around 0545. I got up around 0600. By 0700, I was going to start my walk to work and this is when I realized that my keys were locked in a car and the only other set of keys were on their way to Boston. A car that was maybe 10m from the front door. I had two rough options3, I could leave the apartment door unlocked all day while I was at work or I could lock myself out of my own apartment and then, when I got home around 1730, call emergency services and have them let me in since the apartment office would be closed at that time. I choose the second and then texted Sarah to let her know. When I eventually talked to the apartments that afternoon via phone, they were able to make a duplicate key and get it to me so that I could get in when I got off work.
Except, this only put one issue caused by the lost key chain to bed. My mail key was locked up, and it had already been a couple of days since I had checked the box. I had a storage key locked up. All the other keys. Anyone breaking into the car would have a nice set of keys to aid in their larceny. Etc. The solution ended up being both fairly easy and kind of costly: Sarah FedExed me her key fob and I used it to open the door and get my keys out. Technically we have roadside assistance as well, but it's one of those things that if we use it a couple of times, we have to start paying for it and it is possible that one day in the future we will need it a lot more than we needed the FedEx postage.
Well, that's all said and done. Sarah is off to Boston with Alicia and they have been cutting up a right rug except now Sarah is apparently sick [and no doubt exhausted after two weeks of traveling] so their carpet incising might regress to "having a nice lie down on a Friday night". I'll let her yabber about her trip so if you see her around, poke her for details.
And hate to sound like a boring ass but that just about wraps up everything of significance that has happened to me in the past week. I got to eat at a Milo's (i.e. the burger place that made the tea that became the "famous" one, if you live around here anyhow. They have good burgers and even better fries, but that might be the exhaustion talking. The very fresh Milo's Sweet Tea is one of the best sweet teas you can find, though, so give them a try if you are down B'ham way (the one we ate at was in the Inverness area). I'm sure there have been other fun things, I just don't know how much fun I can make it sound. Heh.
I'm brain-tired, World. Lots of "let's look at lots of little URLs to see if the pattern matched link.pattern.one/etc/soforth or if they were an erroneous pattern.two/link/etc/soforth" and there are only so many hundreds of links a man can read off a screen before his eyes cease to function as eyes and start of function as portals to the deep, dark, entropic voice awaiting all of existence at the end of time. In other words, I'm having to take a break.
Sarah's due back in town tomorrow night. And she will probably sleep the whole of Sunday away. Monday we are both off and will do something, which might be "recover".
1: From Laird Barron's
2: I'm not sure to who/what the quote refers, so it might be made up or it might be some famous quote paraphrased. Not clicking anything in my brain nor my Google searches.
3: An even rougher one possibly involving breaking into Sarah's car and the calling in an insurance claim.
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