I left him in his office with a big grin on his face, and pranced back downstairs. As I reached my car, I heard this loud "PUFF!" when my bubble suddenly burst: The keys were locked in it. Not only was there no spare, but I had to go back to the grinning Cheshire Cat to solicit help, thus becoming a modern day Lady Godiva who got sidetracked somewhere along the way. There wasn't even a car that I could borrow - and what's worse: he had a meeting in just a few minutes, leaving me all alone and feeling naked in every which way...
In a moment of such great desperation, and while feeling the breeze blowing gently through my privates all images of sexy had gone away, nowhere to be found. Fortunately I have friends that can think on their feet when I'm on my ass (and who know *nothing* of my saga until now) who suggested I call the dealership to get a copy of the key, (thanks, Christina!). I did and they did. But not before I found a vehicle (which of course had to be a fairly difficult SUV to get into) drove to the dealership, had to park said SUV in a way that no one would see me getting in and out of, promptly dropped the keys, stood there intently staring at them hoping that by some strange power they would hop back up into my hands, realized I didn't have that power, and c a r e f u l l y went down to pick them up when no one was nearby. All the while really hoping that behind the mirrored windows there was not a congregation of car salesmen enjoying the show.
Cont'd...
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