Forgetful is as forgetful does

Who would have ever thought that a small piece of metal would completely guide and direct an entire day.

For those of you who have known me for very long at all, you know that I have a problem with misplacing my keys. I am forever locking myself out of things...my parent’s house, my car, my apartment, once or twice I left my keys at the bank where I worked overnight. Luckily, someone always has a spare, or some kind person will suggest the necessity of a hide-a-key, and I will be saved.

Well, this week we have had a visitor staying with us. He took my set of keys so he could come and go as he pleased. The house is usually locked so he needed the freedom of his own set, (We get in trouble from our sweet little land lady if we don't lock our door). The only trouble is that Clayton kept running errands, or worse meeting with our friend who was visiting, I forgot to make sure I had a set, and I was locked out several times. But there was nothing to fear because our little old land lady has an extra. Twice this week I had to go down and ask to borrow it. But you can't just run in and borrow something in this culture, you have to sit and drink tea and talk for several hours.

Yesterday I came home and as I was walking to my house from where the taxi let me off I realized, "Oh no, I do not have a set of keys AGAIN!" So I prepare myself for a two hour visit with Mama. I get to the house, and there is no Mama. She wasn't home. So I thought I would sit with her daughter in law who lives in the apartment next to us. The only trouble was she wasn't home either. So it was 11:30, Clayton and his friend had just gone on a visit, which again means about an hour and a half or two hour minimum wait. So I thought I would call and see if I could meet him somewhere to get a key. Well, I try to call and my phone was completely out of money. I didn't even have enough to send a text. And I didn't have enough money with me to go buy another card. So I waited up on the roof and tried to finish some homework. I checked on Mama another two or three times, but she wasn't ever home, same thing with my next door neighbor. Finally about 1:30 I decide I will just wait and quit running up and down the stairs.

At about 1:45 I got a call from Clayton that said they were on their way home! Yay! By this time I was getting HUNGRY!!! So needless to say, I spent two and three quarter hours on the roof. All this goes to show...a hide-a-key is a good idea anywhere I go! If anyone thinks of a creative way to hide a key on a cement block of a building let me know!