So this week I have been driving Tylers car because he is going to take mine in to get a little check up. Before I start the meat of the story... let us first come to an understand as to what it means when I say I am driving Tyler's car.*Kat's car has an automatic lock, Tylers does not.
*Kat's car lights automatically turn off, Tyler's do not.
*Kat's car is a pretty little Toyota Camery that is white. Tyler's is a gold honda. A GOLD honda. Gold.
Now that we are all in agreement that Kat's car is better and prettier and NOT gold, let me begin my story.
I drove to work on a Wednesday (first day I took Tylers car) and it was fine. The brakes are a little stickier than mine and obviously it is hard to feel sexy in a gold car, but I was willing to take one for the team. While on my drive KBULL 93 was having a contest to see who in the state of Utah was the most opposite couple. Naturally I submitted myself and Tyler to be in the running because we are, in fact, THE MOST opposite couple in the world and not just Utah. So cool! I was on the radio talking about my weirdo relationship. Little did I know, that would come back to bite me.
It is now 4:30 and I am ready to peace out and head home. I start to dig in my purse for the keys and... they are not there. I go out to look in Tylers car and there they are, nice and shiny, sitting in the front seat waiting for me. Great. So I go back inside with my head bowed in bowed in submission to the fact that I suck at life. I called Ty and he was really nice about it and left work right then to come and use the spare key. So in the interim I am pacing and waiting and the blessed thought occurs to me "Hey Kat! Goldie doesn't automatically lock like your car, if the keys are on the seat, you probably didn't lock it!" Glory Hallelujah, Free at last! So I run to the car and sure enough, the drivers side door is ready and waiting to be opened. So I grab the keys and get ready to bring the beast to life... nothing. The door may have not locked automatically... but the lights didn't turn off automatically either. So I killed the battery. Awesome. Anyway, no worries Tyler came to the rescue and jumped his car back to life and we drove home. But not to a happily ever after.
The next day I did everything right at work. Turn off lights. Check. Put keys in purse. Check. Lock door. Check. Everything was perfect. Conditions were perfect.
Then later in the evening I went to a movie with Kalie DeMann ( who better not laugh at me after this next part). I came out to my car after an awesome girls night out and put the keys into the ignition... nothing. Oh Kathryn. Really? Can you be this dense? The answer is yes. I can. I had left the lights on again. So poor Tyler has to be awoken from his early slumber, only to have to put on some pants and come save me again.
So then he arrived on his white steed to save the day. And he did. And it was good.
And then I told him that I couldn't find the credit card that I had used to buy gas earlier.
my bad.
So we drove to the sev that I had made my purchase at. No dice. We decided it would be best if I called Amex and put a hold on my card and if I didn't find it in 24 hours. My beautiful Amex would be toast and I would have to get a newer, uglier one. I called Amex and they were very nice! I would probably call their customer service just to shoot the breeze! Anyway, we arrive home and then my brain spoke to me once again. "Hey Kat! Maybe it slid underneath the passengers seat. You have a history of loosing things over in that area". And so I looked. And there it was. Crisis averted and patient Tyler could have a restful night.
Tyler, I really am sorry that I cause you so much frustration. Sometimes you must feel like my father. Or responsible guardian. Either way, I am glad you are around and I hope you choose to keep me because I am pretty sure..
We're meant for each other.
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