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OMG!!!!!! The kid lost his car key.

Rags's picture

So, my dad calls me first thing this AM asking me if I had taken the kid's car key when we left mom & dad's on Sunday evening to drive home.

Nope, I have not touched his car keys since Christmas weekend.

Dad was frustrated thinking that he had lost the key and tore up the house looking for it. The Skid swore that he had left it on the kitchen pass through and that my mom must have put it in a basket somewhere.

They used the spare key that dad had to practice driving.

So tonight dad tells the kid to go up stairs once again and look through his room, his pants pockets, etc..... Nope, no key.

While this whole completely pathetic skid crap unfolded all day my head actually turned purple and I thought it was going to explode. Now I can't stop chuckling about the whole thing.

This is the ridiculous crap we have dealt with the Skids entire life. The same crap, over, and over and over.

And the Skid actually gets pissed when everyone harasses him about his repeated brain farts.

My wife tried to defend the Skid in this by saying "your parents do move stuff when they are picking up your mom may have moved it". I was adamant that this is the kid's key, it is his problem and it is his fault.

My son finally texted his mom (not me of course) to say "I found the key". My wife snipped at me about how I never trust the kid, the key was really never lost, etc....".

Then I forwarded her the rest of the story that my dad e-mailed me.

"I found the missing set of keys in the pocket of the jacket (Skid) borrowed from
me. He threw it on the floor in the corner of the room and forgot about it when
he took it off. I asked him to go through his personal effects to see if he
dropped the keys....like in his backpack or whatever. He told me he did that.
We also checked all the places (Wife) suggested. I went upstairs awhile ago and
started looking for myself and found them as I described. I first checked such
things as behind (Wifes) cedar chest, under the bed, under the bedside tables,
etc. When that yielded NADA, I went to pockets. Oh well. Nothing new on this.
I, again, have a spare set in the drawer...and will insure that set stays there
unless I specifically bring it out. Have a nice evening. "

My wife replied that she "wanted a drink" when I sent her Dad's complete version of the finding of the key story. When my wife called him to give him crap about the key the Skid actually said "Uh .... I don't like keeping in my pants pocket because I don't want to break the key" which is nothing more than the typical justification that he tries to pull out of his ass when he does some stupid shit.

HOLY CRAP!!!! On the relative scale of diot crap that a kid can do my kid's stupid shit is fairly minor, but my God it frustrates the shit out of me and everyone else in the Rags clan.

It is like his goal in life is to excel at stupid crap. He is definitely excelling. And the really pathetic part of all of this is that this kid has a boarderline genious IQ.

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purpledaisies's picture

Rags I once found my sons key to his trunk where he keeps all his games and other important things on the floor in the living room. I hung it up on a nail going into the bathroom. I waited to see how long it would take for him to realize it was missing. I didn't he to wait too long however it was the funniest thing for a couple of days to watch him frantically looking for that key. LOL Yep It took 2 days before he finally asked if anyone had seem the key after he tore his room apart looking for it. Finally I saw pitty on him and told him where it was. LOL it was great to tell him that he needs to keep up with it.