Today. Mothers Day 2010...Chett and Dayne go for a ride. It was a small ride just around the block. they get back and it seems Chett can't find his house keys. The last time he remembers seeing them they were on the bumper. THE BUMPER OF THE CAR HE JUST DROVE. Great. So he goes for a walk, comes home empty handed. I say....let's CSI it! I'll put my keys on your bumper and you follow me and see where they fall off!! This seemed like my AHA! moment of the day. I felt like freackin Catherine off of CSI Las Vegas except with bigger boobs, blonde hair and with saddly smaller lips. So, I put my keys, with key pad lock and unlock thingy on it and what not, on the bumper of the car and take off. THEY STAY ON! clear out the driveway (over our bump) UP the road. I stopped at the stop sign got out, look, they are still there. I wait for Chett. Another car pulls up behind me so I wave them on. They stop and roll down their windows. "You have keys on your bumper!" "Yeah." I say, eyes rolling "I put them there." Gees. I turn the corner in the car and feel the keys fly off so since it is a busy road (let me repeat...busy road) I turn into a driveway and get out and immediately see Chett's keys in the middle of the road and about 5 feet behind his, are mine. Also in the middle of the busy road. Never in my CSI euphoria did I invision my keys getting masacred by cars! I frogger the traffic and gracefully swipe the keys. 2 of Chett's keys are bent in half. My key pad thingy is in pieces.
After all that....his keys were in the middle of the fucking road ya'll. I mean really? Never send a man to look for anything.
Stay Funny San Diego, Daya
2 comments:
Best one yet! Loved it! That last line is the KEY to life!
Chett, er uh, men are dumb asses....
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