"Um, excuse me?" I ventured, not entirely certain where to take my statement next. "Can I possibly get the rest of my keys?" I giggled uncomfortably, shrugged, and held out the key fob in the general direction of the Discount Tire employee.
He looked back at me, panicking. "You gave us more than just the fob?"
"Yeah, I handed the first guy my whole key ring. It has a carabiner, a small Eiffel Tower, a USB drive, and a few assorted keys?"
He was already moving toward his nearest associate, seeking out immediate backup. "Hey, do you know where this lady's keys might be?" I could immediately see the answer dawn on the poor guy's face, and he had not choice but to admit it.
"I think they got tangled up in the customer's before her. The Montero."
I laughed, knowing something they didn't know.
"Would that happen to have been the gentleman in the grey slacks and maroon button up?" I asked. "Because if so, I actually know him. He lives in the neighborhood across from mine, and it really wouldn't be that big of a deal to get them back from him."
And so it was that I left Discount Tire with a slightly lighter load (although I guess I technically traded it for the burden of the tire's diagnosis) and an odd text message to send.
"Brother Hatch, Discount Tire thinks they may have given my keys to you. Any chance you received an extra set?"No harm, no foul. Now I have my keys back and a pretty funny story to tell.
"Sure did! Just noticed as you said that."