After my workout I grabbed my keys from the little cubby where I had placed them and walked home. The keys looked different, and I realized that they were not my car keys after all. Crazy, huh? It seems I had brought Friend-husband’s pickup keys. Is that what his keys look like? I had never noticed.
Once home, I tossed the keys in my purse without giving it another thought. Soon I was teaching piano lessons. I don’t answer the phone while I am teaching piano. That’s what caller ID is for.
Friend-husband and I share a cell phone which we use mainly for travel and emergencies. On that particular morning, our cell phone was in Friend-husband’s pocket on a scout inhabited non-signal receiving mountain.
I don’t know how many times the phone rang, but eventually a well-mannered grandchild answered the phone and dutifully brought it to me. I tried to hide my irritation as I answered the phone. It was the gym. It seems that someone was stuck at the gym with no car keys and my car keys had been found unattended in a neighboring cubby.
It had been hours. The police had been called in. Surveillance tape had been consulted. Though the guilty person had not been discovered, a suspicious-looking teenager had been spotted on the tape. They were thinking of questioning him.
What gave him away? Shifty eyes? Stocking cap? A guilty expression? Was he lurking?
Now remember, the car was still there. Only the keys were missing. My keys were the only clue, yet since they weren’t able to reach me, they were considering questioning a suspicious-looking youth.
What’s wrong with this picture?
Thankfully, I arrived in time to save him. Mercifully, he’ll never know.
Do I look suspicious?