Not normally an issue for me, that is until this morning. If only I'd attempted to use my wipers before leaving home I would still have no issue with Friday 13th.
But there ya go. Conscientious little irriot I be, I thought I'd just get a move on to work and worry about my dirty windscreen at lunch time.
After a twenty-ish minute drive into my place of work, I'm walking up the driveway reaching for my key purse only to discover empty space. My heart is beating fucking furiously.
I've no idea where my trusty key purse is. And the nearest available set of keys is over an hour down the road. The place I work in carries much monetary worth and I'm at a total
loss as to where my frigging keys are.In eighteen years, this is a first. I'm pretty fucking anal about keys and their where-abouts.
It all worked out when I managed to get hold of Walt. He told me was looking at my key pouch on the table in front of him ... also I'd left my phone on charge at my place of work
last night too. If I'd tried my wipers before leaving home I would have discovered I needed to put water and cleaner in . I'd need to re-enter my home with a key ...