Brand New Key

Monday was a day that could be labeled nothing short of a JessiCATastrophe.

It started at the crack of dawn when The Hubby and I realized we couldn’t find the only key to our Jeep. I know, we were throwing all caution to the wind by only having one key but to have another key made was almost $200.

-With our insurmountable medical bills, I didn’t have an extra $200 since I bought the car.
-We've never never lost a key, but this is probably because we’ve always had a backup key. Murphy’s Law.

We like to consider ourselves flexible, spur of the moment people. We decided that I would just drive the hubby to work. No problem!

Well, it wouldn’t have been a problem if the Jeep wasn’t at the base of the driveway with the car that I did have keys to parked in front of it.

Hubby used his super creative driving skills to back my Kia right over the front lawn and onto the street. My grass (I use that word loosely, it’s more a mix of clover and dandelion with a few grass blades mixed in) already looks like crap so I doubt this made it much worse except in the eyes of my good neighbors on Hysteria Lane. I think one of them gave me the evil eye, but I won’t know for sure until the rash appears.

I spent Tuesday calling auto locksmiths attempting to get someone out to rekey the car. I had already called the dealer, but they insisted they needed the car and I really didn’t want to tow it. After four no-shows and/or “can’t help you because we don’t have that key”, one finally showed up, said no problem and even though he wanted a small fortune, I needed the car.

After setting off the alarm for a good 20 minutes, he said that he didn’t have the necessary key and would have to order it. He’d be back on Friday, which is today. Hopefully, he shows. For some reason, it’s not at all unusual for service people not to show or to skip out on unfinished work in Chicago. I don’t know why this is, but he called me last night to tell me that the initial small fortune he originally quoted me is going to increase to $385.00.

FOR A FREAKING KEY?

Good Lord. I hope he kicks in a brand new pair of roller skates because even if he shows, I won’t be able to afford gas.