If this is any evidence as to what I have to look forward to when I'm old, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be that old guy wandering around the neighborhood with no pants on trying to remember where I put the TV remote...while figuring out which house is mine.
So far on my trip, I've locked my keys in my truck three times and my room key in my room four times. When I first got here, I was also late to the same weekly meeting three weeks in a row. I was just reminded of all of this when I went to take a shower this morning. Once I got back to my room, I quickly realized that I had locked my keys in my room.
After the barrage of expletives I mumbled to myself, I had to walk the quarter mile to the lodging office to sign out a spare key to get back in. Fairly uneventful, and it only set me back 10 minutes for the day, but the worst episode of key forgetfulness was actually kind of funny...
I had just gotten back to my room from a busy day at work when I searched my pockets for my key. No luck. I went back out to my truck and, sure enough, the keys were still dangling in the ignition. Now, when it comes to the truck keys, the office with the spare keys is about two miles away. Luckily I was able to get some keys to one of our other vehicles, which happened to be a bus, and drove over to the office. So I'm driving this bus, which has a manual transmission, over to the office and upon arriving, I read the sign saying they closed two hours ago. Awesome. So I take my bus all the way back to my trailer and think of what to do, since I won't be able to get into my truck until the next day. I ended up going to the lodging office and getting the spare key and borrowing another vehicle in the morning to get around.
On a separate occasion, I locked my keys in my room one night after work and then, less than ten hours later, locked them in my room again after I went and took a shower.
Moral of the story: Our nation can trust me with multi-million dollar aircraft, supervising a unit of Airmen, and top secret information...but it may want to re-think giving me any responsibility that has keys involved.
On a completely unrelated, yet slightly depressing note, I found this awesome website that sums up my entire childhood and provides a great means for vivid flashbacks:
http://imremembering.com/
Anyone who grew up in the 80's should...nay...NEEDS to check it out! So go get your slap bracelets, MC Hammer pants, and your 4 pound compact disc player and prepare to be transported back in time to the wonderful world of He-Man, Thundercats, and anything bright neon. Your welcome (assuming you had an awesome childhood)!
