I had keys

06-09-2009

Figured I would post this little tale of stupidity and hilarity before somebody else mentioned it on the Internets and I lost my moment to be ridiculed by myself.

With the little bit of knowledge that in the near future Sun will be no more and the company will be consumed by Oracle; there was a bit of a shin dig thrown during the week. It was called the "Blow Out Party" by some, the "Farewell to Sun" party by others. Bottom line, it was a big ass party with a free bar (not that that is a huge factor in the life of The Jester) and some food put on (that contained mushrooms in such crazy amounts that the thought of eating the slop was turning my stomach).

Overall it was a great night, bit of craic with mates from work, no work talk on a work night out (for a change. Sometimes conversations tend to drift towards projects in work which have no place being discussed outside the office) complete with a Robotic Bull machine that caused much amusement for all involved. Particularly when the boss got on board, a little on the drunk side, and literally fell off the machine when it moved once.

Good times for those around to witness it. Not to mention video it on camera phones. You gotta love technology.

But the part of the night that involves a bit of Jester mocking is this. After being at the party for nearly two hours, while yapping to one of the co-workers, I suddenly realised that the keys to my car where no longer in my pocket. Panic didn't really set in, I merely asked the lady friend if I had given them to her for some reason.

This was met with a blank stare and the suggestion that I go search her handbag just in case.

The search was fruitless.

Back to the co-worker and I got some sage advice. Worst case scenario was that the keys were somewhere between the car and the party: i.e. out on the street.

He didn't tell me this to ease my panic (that still had yet to appear oddly enough) but to just be as totally useless as was humanly possible.

With friends like that...

Anyway I figured a stroll back to the car would be a good idea, since I had only parked around the corner anyway. The lady came along to help out, possibly spotting them on the roadside.

We walked all the way back to the car, no sign of the keys on the ground. At the car the lady reached down, pulled the door handle, and opened the driver side door.

So it wasn't locked.

She then got in a pulled the keys out from the ignition.

Yes, that's right, I had not only left the car unlocked but also had left the keys sitting in the ignition. If anybody had been in the market for an 01 Megane (not that anybody would have been) they could have had a free one. Two hours it sat there, perfectly gift wrapped.

Apparently my reaction of laughing at the situation and making light of it all was not the correct one. Evidently why I got a clap across the head from the lady.

But ah well, it ended alright.

So, Top Jester Tip: When you park your car, take the key with you at least.

Now, I better go make sure I locked the front door.

Blue_jester

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