I am no stranger to key issues. I took my parents car keys up to Kiryat Shmona with me one time. Another time, I locked S in the house accidentally, and took both keys with me (old house = you could only open from the inside with a key as well). But today was a different story.
I was jogging to the bus in the morning (literally in single not plural because there is only one a day), when I realized I had both sets of keys. Now, fine, the house could be open for a couple hours while S went to teach. But the real problem was, she needed to take the kids to Maon. I didn't want to miss my bus, because I BT and TT were taking D and I out for a steak lunch at one of my favorite restaurants.
I didn't have time to run back if I was gonna make the bus. So as I was jogging down the street, I was looking for someone to hand the keys to and ask them to bring to S. No such thing happened, as I found myself at the bus stop, huffing and puffing, with both keys in my hand, and the sound of the bus coming towards us. I quickly placed the keys in the corner of the bus stop, and got on the bus. From there, I wrote in every group I was part of that had people in the Yishuv, asking if someone wouldn't mind bringing it to S.
About 15 minutes later, someone I don't know left their house, got the key, drove it to our apartment, and gave S the keys. A definite advantage to living in the Yishuv, is the fact that I was ok leaving the keys in the bus stop, and also that I had faith that someone (who I probably wouldn't know very well), would be willing to save the morning.
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