This Fish Needs A Bicycle

these things happen

The sun was dropping in the sky yesterday evening as we sat on a blanket on Central Park’s Great Lawn, sipping Riesling and snacking on Brie and bakery-fresh bread. We played some version of ‘catch’ with a tow-headed fifteen-month-old and exchanged book talk with his parents. Things seemed quite nearly perfect when I realized,

I’d left my apartment keys at the office!

It was past the hour when I could get in without the Super Secret Security Code (which I have avoided learning so they can't ask me to work on weekends). What made it even more precious was that my cell phone was already beeping, telling me that it was on its last breath.

Up went the blanket and we left the park, one headed West and the other to the East, booking it like a madwoman in squeaky pink flip flops. The Super works nights and his wife, Angela told me she was headed out at any moment. I willed my cell phone not to die in the off-chance I missed her and had call Ari to cry “Sanctuary!”

Four avenues later, I met Angela on her way out. I think she may have been a bit annoyed with me until she heard Sir Halitosis mewing at the door (he hears keys and automatically goes into pitiful songs of, I’m-so-all-alone-and-hungry). The charmer that Hal is, he melted whatever part of her heart needed melting.

“Here, honey. You keep these until tomorrow,” she said, handing over the spare set.

Crisis averted. Cat fed. Yoga… yogaed. And above all, lesson learned about putting my keys in stupid places. I mean, for now anyway.

I'll most likely be learnin' that again next week.

Posted by This Fish at June 8, 2004 09:13 AM