On Friday night, I went to boxing and stopped to pick up supper. For some reason, I didn't protest when they handed me two drinks in a drink holder. I set it on the seat and drove home.
When I got home, I went to pick up the drinks and managed to flip them onto the floor. The lid of one came off and it spilled.
I went running to the house, and by the time I got there, I didn't have my keys. I banged on the door and Wanda let me in. I grabbed a towel and went to mop up the car.
Still no keys.
I ate, showered, and left to go pick up some supplies for the haunted house. (I had to borrow Wanda's keys, because mine were nowhere to be found - but it was dark, and they were either in the car or on the ground, so I figured I'd find them in the morning.)
On Saturday morning, I got up and got ready for the day. I went outside to search the car and the walk, but there were no keys to be found. My co-leader came by to pick up the pre-assembled walls, and I went to move the car off the driveway - and there were my keys, on the top of the steering wheel.
I never put my keys there - well, not on purpose.
We went to the community centre and started assembling the haunted house. We finished in the nick of time before it opened at 1.
It turned out well, and it was really popular. We had about 50 kids go through it over the course of the event (some of them up to 10 times).
It looked creepier with the lights out.
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