Fifteen minutes into the play, I realized that my trusts key lock [adhering the keys to me and m' belt] was unadorned with keys. I panicked, but in my mild-mannered way.
You see, I'm a strong advocate for, and proponent of,
An anti-theft device for cars. Certainly not impenetrable, but one of the great deterrents and thief-slowers around.
I put mine on the car in
I had but one key.
Wait; no I didn't. For I had NO keys. . . .
My car was hundreds of miles away.
the keys to my car were also on the lost keychain.
So I needed a locksmith, on the weekend, in a city far, far from home, while knowing that I'd need a locksmith close to home once I freed the Clubbed vehicle and drove it back to my stranded car.
A sad tale. One of confusion, anxiety, panic, anger, and loss.
But I offer a lesson. One you should take with you always.
It takes a Russian "locksmith" less time to grind/saw his way through The Club than it took for me to count the ample currency he got for liberating the car.
* sigh *
We swung through Little Italy on the way out of a botched vacation, picking up cannoli.
After all, it brought to mind that famous Italian "locksmith" who said: Leave the gun; take the cannoli.