![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7via https://ift.tt/39AT1G8
Ugh so weirdly my copy of the key fob for my dude’s car hasn’t been working. this doesn’t matter, you can open the door with a key, except that the ignition has nowhere to put a key in. it’s the kind where you press a button? if your keyfob’s battery is dead, but live enough to blink the light letting you know it’s being pressed, but dead silently somehow, then you can’t move his fucking car out of the driveway where it’s blocking yours in the morning as the students are starting to show up to the school across the street and will park your street solid in like two more minutes and the fucking car won’t fucking start and it’s 20 degrees and you’re out there barefoot in pajamas trying to just MOVE the CAR and ARGH what the FUCK
so anyway, I’d left my keyfob behind while I went to the farm, for him to troubleshoot. And yeah, despite it appearing to work and lighting up when pressed, the battery was dead. Also despite me basically never using it, and he uses his every day and the battery died like two weeks ago. Because clearly, with this thing, it must constantly be active in order for the car’s ignition to recognize it, so the battery runs down equally quickly whether you’re driving every day or it’s sitting in a drawer. oh, modern life!
So yesterday I put the fob back onto my keychain, which is a series of many small rings (my house, dude’s mom’s house, my mom’s house, my sister’s apartment, my BFF’s house, three keys to my work front door and offices, my huge car fob, dude’s huge car fob) connected by what used to be a nice carabiner but then I loaned it to Dude and he lost it, so now it’s this wimpy shitty little carabiner that doesn’t always close right.
And I went out, and I was brushing my car off and rolled my ankle off the edge of our driveway, which was invisible in the snow. So I fell, landed on my hands and one knee. I had my keys in my hand.
I got into my car and realized the carabiner was broken. My office keys had fallen off, but they were in my lap, so I retrieved them, and started my car, and drove away. I got to work and realized Dude’s key fob had fallen off too and I didn’t have it, not in my lap, not on the car floor. So I asked him to look in the driveway before the snow got deeper (or he drove over it on his way out, which was the most likely).
He found his fob and my keychain knife (I have a super nice tiny folding knife I use mostly for opening boxes), and brought them inside.
Hours later, when I got home, after a day in which it snowed all day, I discovered that my house key had also fallen off my keychain. I had no way to get into my house. Clearly, Dude had not found it. He gets home later than me.
I had to spend ten minutes scuffling through all the snow at the edges of the driveway, at the front of where my car had been, along the in-between spots, with my hands and feet, to find my house key, which was in the center of the driveway.
I found it about three minutes before Dude got home, but at least I have it now.
It’s the most me story ever, that is basically how I live my life most of the time. Sigh.
Ugh so weirdly my copy of the key fob for my dude’s car hasn’t been working. this doesn’t matter, you can open the door with a key, except that the ignition has nowhere to put a key in. it’s the kind where you press a button? if your keyfob’s battery is dead, but live enough to blink the light letting you know it’s being pressed, but dead silently somehow, then you can’t move his fucking car out of the driveway where it’s blocking yours in the morning as the students are starting to show up to the school across the street and will park your street solid in like two more minutes and the fucking car won’t fucking start and it’s 20 degrees and you’re out there barefoot in pajamas trying to just MOVE the CAR and ARGH what the FUCK
so anyway, I’d left my keyfob behind while I went to the farm, for him to troubleshoot. And yeah, despite it appearing to work and lighting up when pressed, the battery was dead. Also despite me basically never using it, and he uses his every day and the battery died like two weeks ago. Because clearly, with this thing, it must constantly be active in order for the car’s ignition to recognize it, so the battery runs down equally quickly whether you’re driving every day or it’s sitting in a drawer. oh, modern life!
So yesterday I put the fob back onto my keychain, which is a series of many small rings (my house, dude’s mom’s house, my mom’s house, my sister’s apartment, my BFF’s house, three keys to my work front door and offices, my huge car fob, dude’s huge car fob) connected by what used to be a nice carabiner but then I loaned it to Dude and he lost it, so now it’s this wimpy shitty little carabiner that doesn’t always close right.
And I went out, and I was brushing my car off and rolled my ankle off the edge of our driveway, which was invisible in the snow. So I fell, landed on my hands and one knee. I had my keys in my hand.
I got into my car and realized the carabiner was broken. My office keys had fallen off, but they were in my lap, so I retrieved them, and started my car, and drove away. I got to work and realized Dude’s key fob had fallen off too and I didn’t have it, not in my lap, not on the car floor. So I asked him to look in the driveway before the snow got deeper (or he drove over it on his way out, which was the most likely).
He found his fob and my keychain knife (I have a super nice tiny folding knife I use mostly for opening boxes), and brought them inside.
Hours later, when I got home, after a day in which it snowed all day, I discovered that my house key had also fallen off my keychain. I had no way to get into my house. Clearly, Dude had not found it. He gets home later than me.
I had to spend ten minutes scuffling through all the snow at the edges of the driveway, at the front of where my car had been, along the in-between spots, with my hands and feet, to find my house key, which was in the center of the driveway.
I found it about three minutes before Dude got home, but at least I have it now.
It’s the most me story ever, that is basically how I live my life most of the time. Sigh.
