Once upon a time, and not so very long ago—about six weeks—my husband Ryan and I went van shopping down New Castle way, and bought a lovely blue Odyssey.
Moon roof, DVD player, miscellaneous dings and scratches, and best of all—no rust.
Thank you, Jesus!
It’s fun being the proud parents of a very large blue baby who purrs and performs and doesn’t wake up at night.
The seller had promised us two keys—a black key complete with remote, and a gray valet key. Upon reaching home we realized he had not, in fact, ever handed us the valet key. How annoying. So we called him up. Hey Jim, what about that valet key?
No problem, I put it right there in the van.
We searched all the cubbies we could think of (there are a lot) and found nothing at all. That’s very odd, we thought. Hmm. Well, maybe it’ll turn up later.
We were right. About a week later, it did—
Hanging on a key hook in our laundry room.
Hey Ryan, did you hang this here?
No. Did you?
Are you kidding me? Kids, do you know anything about this key?
Well, praise the Lord…
Ryan got one key, I got another. A happy ending to the story, eh?
All went well with this arrangement until one day about two weeks ago, when Ryan borrowed my key and forgot to return it to me. When I needed it back, I went to our coat room and dug through his coat pockets till I found it. Hey hon, can I take back my key from your coat pocket?
No, I hung it on the key hook.
Huh? Well, there’s a set here in your pocket.
Come on. What are you talking about?
We dug out all our sets (one of which was, in fact, hanging on the key hook) and compared very careful notes. We were now in possession of a black key with a remote, a gray valet key— and another black key with a remote. Each of them fit our vehicle.
We spoke with our other friend who owns an Odyssey. Any chance you’re missing a key?
Nope. We only ever had one and we’ve still got it.
From time to time we ponder these things, but I do not like thinking on them much. Either a) We are pocketing keys we do not own, or b) We are losing our minds, or c) Our keys are quietly breeding in back corners, or d) The Lord is being good to us, “no doubt for some mischievous reason of His own.”
Any sleuths out there?