Karma is Car Keys

Well. I finally did it. I put something out there in the universe and got my butt kicked in the process.

You see, I was done driving. I was just done. The 2 hours I spend driving to and from work, racing horrible Utah drives, braving construction, and embracing the rush hour... it all had done me in. I promptly came home, and told the Facebook world that I'd had enough driving for the year, that I was done, and that I would see the roads, again, in 2015.

Big talk for a tiny Canadian that's not even really Canadian. My driving fast didn't last long. Nope. It didn't last long at all, in fact. I took BACK to the roads that very night to, oh you know, head to walmart, head to the gym, and head to my friend's house to drop something off. Oh, not only my friend, but my ex.

This is where things get interesting.

I swore to myself that I would be just a moment, so I left all in the car... which apparently included my car keys. I'm a creature of habit. So I locked my car and carried on with my errand. It wasn't until I came to get into my car that I realized the mistake I'd made.

So there I was, locked out of my car, in front of my ex boyfriend's house. Oh did I mention that in the 9 the months i've had my car, I haven't made a spare key? Fact. I called my Dad hoping he had a solution. He came to my rescue with every spare he could find, and naturally nothing worked.

I called the locksmith... 40 bucks a pop! No thanks.

In my desperation, I turned to snap chat, ya know, to snap the moment. It was then that my pal, Miles Beattie, said in his 7 second shot "Call the police! They will help!"

Long story short, the police man showed up, and was VERY nice. There we were, leaning against my car that was awkwardly placed out front of... not my house. First thing he said when he walked up to the scene of the crime was, "alright. Who did it." I sheepishly raised my hand. He held out his hand that had a piece of paper in it and asked who the owner of the car was.

Me. I was the owner. That's right! I had just paid off my car not long ago. I could truthfully say that I was, in fact, the owner of this unintentionally locked car. That's a good feeling to have.

Within 30 seconds, he had my car open. I thanked him repeatedly and headed home. Then it hit me, not 2 hours before this instance, I had sworn off driving to the world. Then, wouldn't you know it, my keys went and got themselves locked away as if to say "make a promise you won't keep ONE MORE TIME, I dare ya." I learned my lesson. I'll keep driving to work. I'd hate to have to quit my job over my declaration anyway.

Gold star to my Dad for coming to my rescue and us having a bonding moment. Gold star to the bountiful police for being so quick and helpful. Gold star to my car keys for teaching me a lesson. And minus a gold star to me for being ditz of the year.