Urban Outdoorsmanship
It seems like bad stuff likes to happen around my birthday. It’s not every year, mind you, but it’s consistent enough that I should keep my guard up. If I’m not getting in a car wreck, then my mother’s in the ER, or I’m projectile vomiting from bad clam chowder. This year, I’m homeless. Someone swiped my keys yesterday. The last moment I know for certain I had them was at the gym. My gym access card is on my key chain, and I specifically remember scanning it at the entrance. I went to the locker room, dressed out, and locked my belongings in a locker. A few hours later when I’m dressing out to go home, my keys are no where to be found. Their not clipped to my belt loop on my jeans like usual, and they didn’t fall out in my locker or into my bag.
The most likely scenario I can figure is that they fell off somewhere between the entrance and my locker. I thought someone would see them lying on the ground and turn them in, but no one has done so. Then I figured they might have some how gotten shuffled in with someone else’s things in the locker room. When they got home and realized they had someone else’s keys, surely they notice the gym key card and take them back the next day. Not so.
Right now, I’d guess someone picked up my keys, and figured they’d go search through the parking lot, and try and steal my car or whatever’s inside it. Since I have remote entry, they could easily find it. However, I rode the bus to my gym, so my car is back at my apartment. Surely, after they weren’t able to find my car, they’d turn my keys in because, after all, they aren’t of any use to them by then. Perhaps they threw them away to be spiteful.
My imagination is getting away from me, and it’s getting over to the negative end of things. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they did get shuffled in with someone else’s things, and he skipped his work out today. Maybe he’ll turn them in tomorrow.
*Sighs*
You know, every time I’ve found someone’s keys or wallet, I’ve made it a point to try and get them back to their owner ASAP, simply because I know how much I hate losing my own keys. I’ve looked up a person’s address on MapQuest and personally returned a checkbook that very day. After all, if and when something like that ever happened to me, I’d appreciate the gesture. So much for karma; this sucks. It’s like losing everything I own.
I could have gone back to my apartment today and had management let me in, but I wanted to see if my keys would turn up and I could avoid paying to replace them all. By the time it was apparent that wouldn’t happen, the leasing office was closed. If I don’t get them back by tomorrow, I’ll have them replaced.
As for tonight, I’m sleeping under my desk in my cubicle. Night, night, one and all.
The most likely scenario I can figure is that they fell off somewhere between the entrance and my locker. I thought someone would see them lying on the ground and turn them in, but no one has done so. Then I figured they might have some how gotten shuffled in with someone else’s things in the locker room. When they got home and realized they had someone else’s keys, surely they notice the gym key card and take them back the next day. Not so.
Right now, I’d guess someone picked up my keys, and figured they’d go search through the parking lot, and try and steal my car or whatever’s inside it. Since I have remote entry, they could easily find it. However, I rode the bus to my gym, so my car is back at my apartment. Surely, after they weren’t able to find my car, they’d turn my keys in because, after all, they aren’t of any use to them by then. Perhaps they threw them away to be spiteful.
My imagination is getting away from me, and it’s getting over to the negative end of things. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they did get shuffled in with someone else’s things, and he skipped his work out today. Maybe he’ll turn them in tomorrow.
*Sighs*
You know, every time I’ve found someone’s keys or wallet, I’ve made it a point to try and get them back to their owner ASAP, simply because I know how much I hate losing my own keys. I’ve looked up a person’s address on MapQuest and personally returned a checkbook that very day. After all, if and when something like that ever happened to me, I’d appreciate the gesture. So much for karma; this sucks. It’s like losing everything I own.
I could have gone back to my apartment today and had management let me in, but I wanted to see if my keys would turn up and I could avoid paying to replace them all. By the time it was apparent that wouldn’t happen, the leasing office was closed. If I don’t get them back by tomorrow, I’ll have them replaced.
As for tonight, I’m sleeping under my desk in my cubicle. Night, night, one and all.