Talking About Keys

I liked Matt's anecdote. Those blessed keys!. I think all of us have some anecdote with the keys. I have remembered one that happened to me years ago. We had been living for little time in the building. It was new, we, along with the rest of the neighbours, were the first to live here. A set of blocks of flats with six differents entrances, but a common garage. Everything in the building was new and nice but, at first, there were some problems. Actually, more than problems, there are a lot of doors from your flat to the garage. In fact, it seems a labyrinth. An only key opens all doors and it is the entrance key. All doors except your house door and your box room, obviously.

Well, as every year, one night I was having dinner with my colleagues at a restaurant during Christmas time. After, you know, we went for a drink... and another ... and another, so I got home very late, it is clear. I remember It was very cold. Well, I parked my car in my parking space, I opened the first door without any key, because in that direction was not necessary ((here it is the problem)), I opened a second door, I crossed an small corridor and I opened a third door (all of them without using the key),... the door closed and...... there,.......... in that right moment,.... I brought my hands to my head, why?. Because I needed a small key to open the lift and,....... where were my keys?..... inside the car, and,... How could I get to my car?...............with my keys.

As you can imagine, I was trapped. In a first moment I felt foolish, better said stupid. How it could be possible?. I was tired, I was dead on my feet, I dreamt with my bed, I wanted go to my bed, I needed go to my bed, I did not wanted anything else. And, there I was, imprisoned by my absent-mindedness in a tiny place in the wee hours of the morning, feeling myself like the biggest idiot on earth.
I leaned against the wall and I waited, and waited, until almost falling asleep. Suddenly I heard the most pleasant sound I had ever heard in all my life. The garage door was opening. Someone could come to my rescue. It was a lottery. The garage has six exits. Would be a neighbour of my same block? I did not know?. I waited for two or three minutes, (more or less half of my life) and, thank goodness, I could hear a few steps, then a door opening, then another and finally my prison door. It was the neighbour of the third floor who also came from a dinner.

I explained him what happened. We laughed and at last, with his help, I could get to my car and then to my bed.

In a short period of time happened several similar cases and some locks were left out.  Reaching your car is easier and I never will forget the keys in my car again... I hope... although... the man is the only animal who trips up twice on the same stone.

**I must to explain that my car key is like a card. For this reason I left my keys in the door's glove compartment.**