We rented a new car and my husband was the driver for our long weekend. We arrived home just before midnight on Monday. My husband went to work early the next morning and I was responsible for returning the car. I found the key ring on our kitchen table and couldn’t believe my sleepy eyes. There was a key ring but no key.
I phoned my husband to ask why the key was not on the agencies key ring? Where did he think he may have dropped it?!
There was a long pause.
He didn’t think there was need for concern.
“Yes, I’m serious. I just went to leave and there’s no key to put into the ignition. Only the black top of the key!”
He is a patient man. Often perplexed at me but very patient.
“Is there also a black circle on the black top of the key ring? Press that.”
I must have sounded like an amazed little kid playing with a new toy on the other end of that phone line.
I retracted both my questions to him and the key.
I didn’t. We’ve had our car for over ten years and I’m old school. Unlike the key ring, I have nothing to hide.