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I took stuff to storage. There were a couple other people there, including a fellow with an English accent and a pickup truck, who helped me get a tire out of my trunk when I was unloading (it didn't want to budge). Wait, this is important.
He went back in to do something, and came back out as I was summoning the elevator and going up. He came back upstairs and helped me get things into my locker, because he'd lost his keys, and wanted to see if he'd dropped them into the bag the tire was in.
No keys. We tried my car's trunk. No keys. The area under my car, the back of his truck.
No keys. Fortunately, he had a spare set.
I leave, come home. Keys. In the back seat of my car. Here's the only sequence I can think of: there was a rug in the back with the tire, which was also destined for storage. It was right next to the tire, really. It went into a suitcase, which was in the back seat, to be hauled up.
I think the keys were in the rug, and fell onto the back seat when I stuffed it into the suitcase.
At any rate, I called the storage place (which is closed) to report that I have this guy's truck keys. :P I don't have his name, unit number, or license plate, but I know he was in the front area of a particular floor. So hopefully he'll call it in and find out I dropped them off (which I will do tomorrow, when they are open).
Before I called, however, I SCRUBBED, because the dust, grime, and heat/sweat had combined to make me want a shower yesterday. Good thing. My shoulders, upper back, and chest had still managed to achieve small hives. Hopefully to grow no larger, as I am washed and in completely different clothes. Old ones stuffed in hamper BEFORE shower, so as not to have to touch later. Stupid dust.
He went back in to do something, and came back out as I was summoning the elevator and going up. He came back upstairs and helped me get things into my locker, because he'd lost his keys, and wanted to see if he'd dropped them into the bag the tire was in.
No keys. We tried my car's trunk. No keys. The area under my car, the back of his truck.
No keys. Fortunately, he had a spare set.
I leave, come home. Keys. In the back seat of my car. Here's the only sequence I can think of: there was a rug in the back with the tire, which was also destined for storage. It was right next to the tire, really. It went into a suitcase, which was in the back seat, to be hauled up.
I think the keys were in the rug, and fell onto the back seat when I stuffed it into the suitcase.
At any rate, I called the storage place (which is closed) to report that I have this guy's truck keys. :P I don't have his name, unit number, or license plate, but I know he was in the front area of a particular floor. So hopefully he'll call it in and find out I dropped them off (which I will do tomorrow, when they are open).
Before I called, however, I SCRUBBED, because the dust, grime, and heat/sweat had combined to make me want a shower yesterday. Good thing. My shoulders, upper back, and chest had still managed to achieve small hives. Hopefully to grow no larger, as I am washed and in completely different clothes. Old ones stuffed in hamper BEFORE shower, so as not to have to touch later. Stupid dust.