Well well well. Couldn't make it easy,could I? Here I thought that the Wee One falling nose first into an ottoman last night so that she would look like she had gone a few rounds with Iron Mike for her doctor's appointment today would be this trip's exciting twist. Oh no, that would be waaaay to easy. Minor facial injuries are just part of being a kid, right? Unsatisfied with that offering, fate decided to push a little harder. So, while waiting to board my plane I was surprised to hear my phone ringing. I pick it up to hear "you don't have the keys" and knew instantly what that semi-cryptic message conveyed.
Have you ever had something that you really wanted to put in a place you would never forget it, so you put it somewhere that you never put anything and then couldn't find it for weeks, despite a rampage of searching? That's kinda what I did with the keys for the apartment that I am staying in for this week, but backwards. They got sent to my work and I brought them home early, lest I forget on the final day before leaving. Everything was packed a double-checked, but those damn keys were just sitting with all of our keys so that the Wee One wouldn't grab them or the cats wouldn't push them down the heating vent. Seemed like a logical place until I forgot them among all of the other keys and left them to hang while I went to their home.
But fate wasn't done twisting the knife just yet! There is another researcher staying in the apartment and my logical response was to contact him! The message I got back was that he would love to help, but that he had locked himself out this very morning and was waiting for us to arrive and let him back in. Fail.
The long and the short of it is that we did end up getting in, but I look like a real fuckwit, which is always nice. Luckily I'm used to it, but how was I cursed as a child to bear this travel issue? Just one trip without problems for me or at home, is all I ask.
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