Friday, 3 September 2010

Keep it impersonal if you don't want to take the blame

Sad to say, it was the Sage's turn to lose keys today.  However, since I may sound critical of him later, I shall finish the story of my lost key yesterday.

When I arrived home last night, the Sage was already cooking dinner.  He came to greet me, looking a bit anxious.  "Is everything okay?" he asked.  "Fine," I answered.  "I nearly didn't make it, though."  He looked quite shocked, so I hastened to reassure - I meant, of course, that I nearly didn't even leave home.  It wasn't until he heard my story that he delicately told me that he arrived home to find the doors open.  "What, actually open?  Not just unlocked?"  Yes.  I realised, and explained, that when I went to try the key (from a different car) in the ignition, I hadn't expected it to work.  When it did, I must just have driven off, forgetting that the house was left open to the world.  I was quite embarrassed, but the Sage was more relieved that there was a logical, though rather foolish, explanation.

Anyway, tonight he couldn't find the key to the toolshed.  He'd last had it a week ago, when coal was delivered - the key to the coalshed is on the same tally, as are several other keys.  We always keep this group of keys in the same place.  We always have, for 24 years.  "It has been put in the wrong place," observed the Sage, irresponsibly.

He found them in the end, of course.  They were in a jacket pocket.

The rule is, when something is mislaid, the first place to look is the pockets of every jacket in the house.

7 comments:

I, Like The View said...

brilliant

when I was leaving the house once, a long time ago, to go to school to collect my eldest child, I shut the inside door without first opening the outside door, hence I was in the lobby

I tried to open the outside door, but it was locked and it was at that moment that I realised I'd left my keys inside the house

did I mention that I was holding an infant and had a toddler holding onto me?

so there I was, locked in the lobby (quite a small one) with two children and a third who expected me imminently

fortunately there was a spare set of keys in the pocket of one of the many jackets that hung on the pegs in the lobby. . .

. . .this spring was the first time that I've locked myself out since

hope you're enjoying the sunshine!

lom said...

Or the fridge. Just don’t ask.

Dave said...

Unless, of course, you've mislaid the fridge. It's unlikely to be in a jacket pocket.

Christopher said...

Ah, but this isn't much help to those who keep their jackets in the fridge.

63mago said...

I'd spare the jacket for the last attempt ... the last trench ...

Z said...

As we so often say, the comments are what make a blog! Cheers, darlings.

luckyzmom said...

Oh, the stories I could tell of misplacing keys...or my reading glasses....or....

Glad it turned out well for you both.