wee bit of good news (part II)

Six days before my parents were scheduled to come, I lost my keys. It ruined my plans for an evening meet-up with my pal M., who was very understanding (you’re the best). It completely freaked me out, because I managed to leave the keys with a receipt from the post office with our name and address on it. For about a half an hour, I also couldn’t find my wedding ring – cue meltdownn.

We also started to get hang-up phone calls which turned me into a basket case.*

*I have been told that this is a function of the way telemarketing computers work.

The next day I got two new apartment keys cut and 1 new house key (that one alone cost 20 eur – owwwwch). All I can say is, thank God the keys weren’t security keys. After repeatedly making the rounds to every store I had visited with little papers with my cell number and first name and going to the public transportation and city Fundbüros, we gave up and re-keyed the apartment door. (The UNGS is my hero and so very handy. You’d never think this was the same man who put a nail right through the cable in our last apartment.) This was so easy to do.

Here’s the old one.

The good news part?

I got my keys back yesterday. They were turned in at the public transportation office a week after I lost them. Of course, one would have liked to get them back earlier, but we have a better lock in now, a few extra keys and we have the doubles for my bikes and the mailbox, too. All very reassuring.