Have a funny story from last night. Well, it’s funny now.
We were helping my cousin pack and move last night. She drove the U-Haul by herself and parked. We pulled in and then two men she hired for help showed up. When we first got there we were looking at a freezer and figuring out how to get the water and ice out. Her hands were full so she handed me something to put in my pocket so she could focus on the freezer. We packed many boxes and bags, carried out loads of furniture and completely filled the truck. We were all exhausted when we were finished. We went outside to close up the truck and I went and sat in the car to get warm. Damn it was cold last night. They stood around the truck and went back inside. I remained in the car with my seatbelt buckled. Then mom and Justin came outside and went back in. Then she came back out with a flashlight. My phone was on sleep because it was past my bedtime. I happened to check my texts and Justin asked if I knew where she put the keys. I said no. How would I know where the keys were? More inside and outside and I figure out they’re searching for something. Then mom texts me and asks if I know where the keys are. Again, no, why would I know? I went back to my phone and had a niggling. Tracy had handed me something three hours earlier. I dig in my pocket and get this huge octagon shaped plastic thing. What the hell, is that. Suddenly, I see the key dangling from it. I jump out of the car and start running towards the house screaming I got it!! Justin had locked the door so the car starts honking and flashing lights as I’m still running towards the house. I felt so bad. Here they looked for at least 15 minutes and I had the keys the whole time. But I stand by my original thought, why the hell would I have the key?!



