I arrived at Summer's house yesterday at about 11:30. I parked up the street a few blocks, next to a fire station, because Summer and Ben don't have a lot of parking at home, and wanted to reserve it for people with kids. In my haste to get there, I dropped my car keys.
I did not notice this fact until 7:00, when it was time to leave.
I pulled everything out of my purse. I looked around the area where my purse had been sitting all day. My heart rose up to my throat, and I sternly told myself that panicking would not help the situation.
Summer had offered to drive me and a few others to the fire station and our cars. I opted to walk and retrace my steps, looking for my familiar red and black Chico State lanyard. Brendan, who I've known for a few years through Summer, kindly walked with me and helped me look while his wife and step-daughter rode with Summer.
No keys.
I was starting to get really nervous, but as we approached the fire station, Sarah and her daughter came running up towards me, calling, "The fire station has your keys!" They had found a note on my car from a kind woman named Gloria, letting me know my keys were safe inside, and to simply ring the buzzer when I found the note to get my keys. Gloria was gone by then, but the man at the front desk smiled when I said, "Apparently, you have a Chico State lanyard with a car key on it? I dropped it earlier!" and reached over the counter to grab them.
You can imagine my relief.
For starters, the person who found my keys didn't, you know, steal my car.
And secondly, I didn't have to find a way back to Stockton to get my extra key, only to go back to Oakland to get my car and drive all the way back to Stockton (it's a little over an hour from Summer's place to mine).
Crisis averted! I sent a thank-you card to the station this morning. : )
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