Telling on my mom while I decide which story of mine to tell.
Earlier this year we had a huge snowstorm. The city pretty much shut down. Mom and I were at work at the time. She drove a Chevy Malibu, I had my sports car. She had picked me up at home in the morning to carpool in case we had to leave early, so just her car, I don't even have my keys. This is important. So we go out, brave the snow, and I get in the car and start it up while she brushes the snow off. Then comes time to try to push out. Nope, not going anywhere. At all. Try again, no luck. Okay, we'll give up, go back inside, wait for the maintenance people to come dig us out when they get the chance.
I hand mom her keys, she leans into the back of the car and gets her purse back out. We go back inside.
A bit later, we decide to try again, there's someone who can help us. She goes to get the keys. They aren't there. We upend her entire purse, all her pockets, all my pockets, my whole purse, even though I'm 100% sure I handed them back to her. We don't have any keys. None. They're gone. There are spares at her house for it, but no way to get to her house. Or my apartment, where I have a key to her house. So we go check the car. Doors aren't locked to the car, but we can't go anywhere. Mom is in panic mode, I'm trying not to. Going through lists of people we know who have trucks and can come rescue us.
All the managers are still at work. They come, find my mom freaking out, ask what's wrong. They all proceed outside to look in the snow for her keys. After an hour, there's no luck, the snow's not stopping, and we're striking out on who can help us. One of the managers offers to drive us to my apartment. Sis is there with the kid, she can let us in, we can work out driving her car tomorrow to get everything else taken care of. Okay, great. We lock mom's car and head home.
Fast forward a few days. Mom's surviving on her spare keys and my copy of her house key. We're getting by. My car is still plowed into the lot, so we're carpooling. And Mondays we take the Sproglet after dinner so Sis can go do her thing for one evening. I'm getting the kid out of her carseat back at the apartment and *plop* go the keys into the parking lot. Mom's keys. The ones she had set down in the carseat to grab her purse. The ones that had literally been sitting in the carseat under a strap for nearly a week while she freaked out about them going down into the sewers when the fifteen foot high snow piles melted.
I laughed. I was also sworn to secrecy among co-workers. NONE of them were to know that she'd had the keys in her car the whole time until SHE was ready to tell them.