Feats of Clé
Your Boulevardier spent most of the day away today, and after dinner at home he realized he had not yet collected the mail from his Post Office Box. She evening was cool and clear, so an after-dinner walk downtown seemed in order. After 20 minutes of brisk marching, the mail was collected. After that, a stop was made at Trader Joe's on the way home. The walk was, in total, about 60 minutes.
Upon arriving home, Your Boulevardier realized he did not have his keys. He emptied his pockets and his shopping bag, to no avail. But he had had it at the Post Office. Thinking he had left it tangling in his PO Box -- sadly, not an entirely unlikely possibility -- he walked back to the post office after stashing the groceries in the side yard.
No keys were to be found.
Soeur de Boulevardier was phoned. She grabbed her copy of the key to Chez Boulevardier and drove downtown. She delivered Your Boulevardier home and waited in the car until her copy of the key was returned.
Tomorrow, Your Boulevardier will visit the Post Office again in hopes that a Good Samaritan found the keys and slipped them through the mail slot. Cross your fingers, readers. Replacing the keys is no big deal, but it is a hassle Your Boulevardier would prefer not to go through.
Labels: miscellany, post office
