- take key
- lock car
- put key in pocket.
On this occasion (2) was replaced by ‘2. listen to my mate and for some inexplicable reason just do what he says’. I don’t remember him saying ‘look into my eyes not around the eyes into my eyes’, but I still think he must have hypnotised me somehow. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
So, we go to see this memorial and then, on the way back to the car, my automatic unlock mechanism fires up. This goes:
- extract key from right-hand side pocket
- unlock car.
This normally-infallible procedure was interrupted at (1) – the specified pocket did not contain the requisite key. After double- (and triple-) checking, I discover that the requisite key is in none of my pockets. Sweat begins to seep out, brain goes into overdrive thinking of contingency plans for breaking into car without a key / starting car without a key? / shit how do we get home.
There was a bloke nearby using a minesweeper (ok, a ‘metal detector’ but I always think of them as ‘minesweepers’). He saw us poring over the field looking for something, came over and offered to help, and he found the keys. Bloody hell, talk about lucking out.