Apparently, my happy tale of my car keys getting returned to me 5 years later (see previous blog post) begs the question, “HOW did they get returned to me?”
Fine. You have a point.
They were found in an abandoned filing cabinet in the hallway of my building. (I did not put them there.) The kind person who found the keys took them to the supermarket and had the service desk scan the shopping card. My name came up. Turns out, we know each other. Her studio is four doors down from mine. She inherited the cabinet from the person who had her studio before her, and it’s sole purpose for these last many years was to hold a potted plant on top of it and stand next to the entrance of the men’s bathroom.
She returned the keys to me by unlocking my studio with my studio key (also on the ring) and kindly depositing them with a note.