Staying Calm Is The Key
Reading this story reminded me of a time when I lost my own keys.
I was in my first year at university, living in self-catering shared accommodation. At my university, there were no classes on a Wednesday afternoon and I was determined to spend my free afternoon being lazy. I came back to the accommodation, dropped my bag off in my room, and went upstairs to the kitchen to make some lunch.
With lunch out of the way, I came back downstairs, unlocked my room, and went inside. I sorted a couple of things out, went to lock the door, and realised that I couldn’t find my keys. I checked my bag, but they weren’t there. I looked on my bed and under it, but they weren’t there, either. Frantically, I turned the place upside down, throwing clothes, books, and other things into the centre of the room. My keys were nowhere to be found!
Panicking now, I phoned my mum. I’m not sure how I thought phoning my mum would help since I was in Belfast and she was two hours away and didn’t even have a spare key for my room, but I phoned her.
Me: *Panicking* “Mum! I’ve lost my keys!”
My mum was level-headed as always.
Mum: “Calm down. Where are you?”
Me: “I’m in my room.”
Mum: “You must’ve had your keys to get into your room. Try looking in cupboards and under your bed.”
Me: “I’ve done that! But I didn’t…”
I trailed off because I’d just looked down. There, in my left hand, where they’d been the whole time, were my keys!
Me: “I’ve found them.”
Mum: “Oh, good! Where were they?”
Me: “In my hand. I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”
My mum laughed and assured me that things like this happened and it was part of adulthood. I hung up the phone and tidied my room.
Years later, I look back on this incident and laugh, and now I have a good story to tell anyone who’s embarrassed because they’ve lost their keys!