You get to your car that is parked in a paid lot at Station Square in Pittsburgh, some twenty-five miles from home and discover that your car keys have gone missing. All of the car doors are locked. You may or may not have a spare key inside. If the spare key is inside, you know that it is one that doesn't work well. Your AAA membership card has been missing for months. Your owner's card is in your other wallet at home...
~ Cry.
~ Frantically retrace your steps through the city, eyes to the ground, hoping against hope that you will see your keys, until you no longer have any feeling in your legs.
~ Ask every employee you see in the Kaufmanns where you shopped if anyone has found your lost keys.
~ Retrieve the bag that you threw away from the trash can in front of the store.
~ Peer inside the trash can, hoping to find your keys inside, not caring that onlookers will think that you are insane. (At this point you are, anyway!)
~ Lose hope of finding the lost keys and have your sister call AAA to explain your predicament. (She has her card and she WAS driving.)
~ Wait impatiently for help to arrive.
(Ooo... He's attractive)
~ Let AAA guy open the car door.
~ Frantically search for spare key and find it!
~ Cry and give the handsome AAA guy a hug for saving the day.
~ Go to Bucca di Beppo and consume alcoholic beverages with your meal to calm your frazzled nerves.
(I reccommend the mocha martini.)
~ Go back to the car and try to start it with your spare key.
~ Have your sister try to start the car with the spare key.
~ Call "the estranged one" from your cell phone looking for advice on how to use that crummy spare key. Cry a lot and get an apology from him for calling you nasty names while you're at it.
~ Let your thirteen year old son try to start the car...
Vrrrrooom! Yay! We're on the way home!
~ Order replacement AAA card from their website as soon as you get there.
What a day!!!
