A while ago, my phone rang at work. It was the security guards in my building saying they had a lost husband for me. That morning Ben had driven to Algonquin College for a meeting and had lost his keys upon arrival. Very strange.
He then went to his meeting, knowing he was keyless, and had someone drop him off at my workplace in Vanier. I gave him my carkeys then he bussed back to Algonquin. He reclaimed his car and on his way home, while driving on the highway, he noticed something fly off the roof... small and shiny. We decided that was the end of our second set of car keys.
I write this more as a fun story than with a wise lesson to take from it. I also write it to lead up to its sequel.