Tuesday, August 1, 2017
I'm Not Nosy, I'm Concerned
As we were in Whataburger eating our Patty Melt and looking out over the green trees in the distance A truck wheeled in and parked catywhumpus taking up two parking spaces. I watched wondering who would park in such a way. They never got out so I began to wonder if the person was ill. Half way thinking I should go out and ask them if they were okay. Then in rethinking they may tell me to mind my own business. Maybe they were waiting for someone to have a meal with and they hadn't arrived yet. After about ten or fifteen minutes they backed out and started forward to where I could see it was an elderly man with a straw hat on. He continued on to the highway and left. We finished our meal and went to John's truck and searching my pocket I could find no key where I always put it. Just one key on a small keychain with one little palm tree on it. My favorite key. Is that normal to have a favorite key? We searched inside, an employee searched the trash. I drove up there so the key has to be between the truck and Whataburger or inside. No key anywhere. I still feel it was on the mat in front of the drinks but my eyes were so blurry from searching in the sun on the parking lot. Some nice people offered to bring me home to get another set of keys. Thank goodness I could get into the house and knew exactly where they were so I didn't make a fool of myself again. Turned out they know a lot of people we know so all is good but-----what happened to my favorite key with the small keychain with a palm tree on it????