Yesterday was an ordinary Friday. I got the kids up for
school, ate breakfast in the hotel lobby, drove the kids to school, and headed
to the gym. When I got there, I dropped
Luke in the kid’s room and then started to warm-up. I wanted a drink, so I got money from my car
and locked my door. I even remember double checking that it was locked. I dropped my keys in the key box on the
counter and worked out for 1.5 hours.
I was feeling happy, had a good workout, ready to have a
good day and then I went to grab my keys and they weren’t there. I checked my pockets, looked in the kids
room, but I knew I had put them in the box.
I looked up to where I had parked.
My car was not there. I did a
double take or more. And my mouth dropped. I told the front desk girl that my
car was gone. She didn’t believe me at first.
I just kept saying, “No, really.
It’s gone! I parked right there.
It’s not there.”
It was 9:30, the last time I saw my car. I went to get my keys a little after
11:10. We called the police at 11:15. He
showed up 15 minutes later. While I was waiting, I called the bank to put a
hold on my account. I just stood in the doorway, looking around. I figured someone had seen me get money out
of my wallet and followed me into the gym. The officer asked for my car
description and license plate and then they started looking through the
security tape. Within a few minutes, the owner and a gym member had ID’d their
suspect. They found his car still in the
parking lot and ran the plates.
A couple of us were staring out the front windows and saw a
grey van tear around the corner. We ran
out to see if it was my car. The guy
parked pretty crooked and jumped out of the car holding my keys in his hand.
“I’m on this medication and I took the wrong keys. It’s my medication.
I didn’t mean to.”
The lady with me escorted him into an office in the gym
where the owner and the police officer could interview him. I looked in the
back seat of my car to see if anything was missing. Every thing was tossed out
of the diaper bag. But it didn’t look like it had been dug through; more like
he was taking corners too fast and it flew out. I had a laptop in the back and
it was undisturbed.
He told the officer that he lost his key and got
frustrated. He was on a new anxiety
medicine and it didn’t work, I guess. He took a pair of keys, hit the unlock
button, looked for the car that beeped and got in. He came back when it dawned on him what he
had done. The car got back at about 11:40.
The only thing he touched, that I could tell, was my Talbots
catalog. He had pulled out a page,
written “mowing and edging” on it and folded it in quarters. The whole situation was so strange. I must have been in shock. I didn't cry. I didn't go crazy. At first, I wasn’t going to call my
husband. But I did. He was just like, "You're kidding, right?" He was on his way when the car came
back. We just sat and talked about how
weird it was. Then he checked out the car to make sure it wasn’t damaged.
A medic came to check out the guy—they said he was okay, but
couldn’t drive. He was in cuffs for a
while, but they took them off when he calmed down. They called his wife to take him home because
they wouldn’t let him drive. (That's why I am so grateful he was okay. He really was in no condition to drive). She
confirmed that he had changed medications and had been acting strangely for a
while.
I’m so glad it all turned out fine. We will change our credit cards and bank
stuff, but other than that we are fine.
For a while, I was shaking when he gave me my keys. I couldn’t use my phone. I told my husband, “I bet I could run really
fast right now.”
How's that for some Friday Fun? What was your Friday Fun?
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