Unfortunately, this means I no longer have a remote.

New adventures with the minivan. I've been using the key that was in the ignition when I picked up the car from the dealership Monday, but last night I thought to myself, "Don't be so silly. You have a remote on the second set of keys, use them instead!" The remote didn't work though. "I need new batteries," I thought, and tried to open the door the old fashioned way.

Not a dead battery, after all. I had the wrong keys. Did they give me the wrong keys? Oh my! They gave me someone else's keys!

Then where is my key?

I called the dealership this morning. They were very happy. It seems these keys belong to a doctor, who is very upset, because they are very important keys. ("I don't know why he left them on the ring," the head mechanic grumbled over the phone to me.) They don't know, however, where my key is. They'll mail it if and when they find it.

You might be thinking, "Why didn't she question there being so many keys?" Well, I just thought that one was the master key, one was the valet key, and the two keys that looked like they went to a bicycle lock, well, maybe there was a locking gas cap? (No, I haven't needed to get gas yet. Whatever the deficiencies of this van, it does get great gas mileage.)

So, here I sit, waiting for someone from the dealership to show up. They sent someone to drive out here (an hour each way, mind you) to pick up those keys. He should be here in 10 minutes.

That must be one extremely unhappy doctor.