Green Dilly Beans: Twelve Days

That's how long it took me to lose my keys since I began living on my own. Now mind you, I didn't just lose them, my friend Amy sold them at a garage sale. Yes, in an episode that was entirely my fault, the keys to my apartment were accidentally sold in a garage sale.

Let me explain.....

My friends Amy and Courtney were organizing a garage sale to benefit Education for the Future Foundation, a non-profit organization they co-founded to fund secondary education for students in Kenya. They were collecting donated goods to sell at the sale, I was looking to unload assorted items following our move. It was a win-win situation. I would get to clear out piles of unused goods from my apartment, the goods would avoid a date with the dumpster and find new life with another owner, and EFF would reap the financial proceeds from the sale.

I packed all the items in a duffel bag, which was conveniently one of the items being donated to the sale, and delivered them to Amy without another thought. It was only coming home later that night and fumbling for my keys as I got off the bus that I realized my error. Leaving the apartment that morning and looking to free my hands to get out the doors, I had tucked my keys in an external pocket of the duffel bag. A quick call to Amy revealed that the duffel bag had sold within the first hour; she had no idea who had bought it.

Thankfully B and I had the foresight to leave the spare set of keys with his sister, who also lives in Mpls. Spare keys would do me no good residing with B in NYC. A bus trip delivered me to her door and a visit to the local hardware store has already produced a replacement set, so as far as minor crises go, this was pretty easy to fix.

This story does, however, slightly account for the fact that I still owe you all, especially you, a post about my adventures at the State Fair. Missing keys and other sidetracks aside, I promise I'll get an entry out as soon as I can.