Without Mikeg, I locked my keys in my car. And realized that Mikeg has my spare in NYC. After a fun-filled 90-minute long wait for the locksmith that included standing in the rain and wandering around the teeny Capitol Hill branch of the Seattle Public Library, I got back into my car and was able to go rescue my poor pup who had not been outside for 12 hours.
Just kidding. I didn't get locked out, but I did realize I need to get my spare key back. And I made waffles. With Mikeg's waffle iron that he forgot to get backfrom me before he moved. [insert evil laugh here]
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