Sunday, July 23, 2006

 

Keys


driving on the h3 (file photograph)
Originally uploaded by kevin miles.
My car, featured in this file photograph, has been giving me grief lately. actually, it is not the car, but car keys in general. . Please allow me, dear reader, to update you on some humdrum happenings of late. Friday night I met up with my friend Fernando at an Indie rock show, featuring Linus. After the show ends at approximately 1am, I say my goodbyes to Fernando only to pull out my keys and realize that my car key is missing. it is not on my keychain. I race out to where my car is parked and thankfully it's still there. Yet, the key remains gone. Pockets, bathroom, curb, Security, bartender, strangers--I ask and look everywhere. At one point, an older woman grabs the flash light I had borrowed from Vic the nice security guy and asks what I'm doing. annoyed, i tell her tersely. She asks: "Do you wish to consult the oracle?" I guess I should have, because after an hour of looking, I still couldn't find them. Fernando is true blue because he stayed with me until the tow truck came to pick me up. $140 later, we are in Kailua. Several days and a car rental later, i am able to pick my keys up from the dealership. BMW, even back in 1996 had fancy keys that have a computer chip in them. so the keys were $50 each.

So my new friend Margaret--who is old friends with wendy--makes fun of me constantly last weekend, and though she requests I drive, will not let me handle the keys. Sunday we got to the north shore to snorkel at Shark's cove. After finishing a mediocre poke lunch, we set on the beach. She disagrees that i should put her keys in my shoes, so i suggest burying them. "It's okay," I say to her objections. "I'll put my shoes on top of them." Spirits were high as we finished snorkeling and began discussing dinner options; we were set on mexican. As we picked up our things and walked toward the shower...I realized i forgot to pick up the key. Now, there is no one else on the sand, to give us a reference point. I will spare you the details of not-so-helpful nine year olds incessantly asking me why i buried the keys, and simply tell you that 1.5 hours and two firefighters later, we found'em. with about 15 minutes of sunlight to go.

1Comments Comments:
You neglect to mention that as the sun is setting it also begins to rain?
 
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