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Carol Perkins: The Case of the Missing Keys

Previous Column: Guess What's Wrong

By Carol Perkins

I watched as the driver eased my vehicle onto the flatbed tow truck. My SUV was being towed, but not because of an accident. Not because of a dead battery. That would have been less embarrassing.

That Saturday morning, I attended a meeting at the First Baptist Church in Bowling Green concerning the Samaritan Purse Shoebox Mission, having recently volunteered to be our local coordinator. I was pumped up about the possibilities, but before going home, I stopped at a consignment shop on the by-pass.

As soon as I stepped out of my SUV, a panhandler approached me, whom I blamed for my being unhinged.


He went through the spiel about being a Christian man and needing money. I suggested places he might find a job. I maneuvered away and reported him to a clerk.

In the middle of my shopping, when I realized I didn't have my keys, I had a strange feeling that I had left my SUV unlocked and feared the man might take my phone and some money I had left in the console. I paid for my purchases and dashed to the vehicle.

The SUV was locked. I must have locked the keys inside (I didn't see them through the window) or lost them in the store. The clerks and customers looked over and under the crowded racks and walkways, but no keys. A helpful lady dialed a locksmith, but no one answered. I forgot about having AAA, so I called Guy using this lady's phone, which he didn't answer when he didn't recognize the number. Luckily, he heard my voice and picked up. He had no recourse but to bring the spare key. Poor Guy.

The spare fob was dead. He could, however, open the door with the key on the dead fob (I didn't know there was a key under the fob). The flashers went off when he opened the door, and the horn woke the dead. The horn finally quit, but not the flashers. My keys were NOT in the car and a sinking, sick feeling overcame me. My keys had disappeared. Guy called Triple-A.

(Part II next week)


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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