The lengths That I will Go To

I'm happy to see this shitty little pile of keys this morning, despite the trauma they have cause me. 

I left to go to work; for some unknown reason I checked my bag as I drove.  Couldn't put my hand on them, Pulled over, emptied bag. Nothing.  

Pulled up out side pub we were in on Saturday;  seen Scary Mary inside, decided to phone instead.  No luck. 

Went home.  Tore every seat apart, checked under chairs.

Emptied bag again..  (Why do we do that? )

Bearing in mind it is a bank holiday and I was only one working I was struggling to think where I could go. 

I text me mate - She didn't reply.   I text Ian from the Warehouse - He was in his caravan in Aviemore.  J was in Lewis.  C was on line, but not responding.  Me other mate was on a boat in Balloch.   First mate replied she was also on a boat going to Rothsay. 

Aw. Shit.   The Big Boss it was. 

We agreed to meet half way between his house and the office - I was there in about 2 minutes because I had already started when I phoned him .

I got the keys, apologised profusely, shot back to the office ran in praying they'd be there. 

Phew. 

Anguish over. 

Now I have to work twice as hard to make up for the hour and a half I spent trying to get in.