There are consequences for being as forgetful as I can be at times. Some days I forget to bring my house key to where ever I go, but usually I’m able to get in through the garage. One day, forgetting my key turned out to be very problematic and caused me to be wet and stranded outside of my house waiting for my mother to rescue me. I also didn’t know that this one slip up would mark the beginning of a domino effect that would take place due to not having my key. I didn’t find out that the key was missing until I got up to the front door, after Bridget drove off after driving my home from practice. So there I am, at my front door rummaging through my backpack searching for my little house key that I thought must be hiding somewhere underneath my books. After I had decided that I had looked everywhere in my backpack I switched gears and started looking through my lacrosse bag. I even looked in my cleats, but it was in vein, for the key was not in there. I wasn’t going to walk around the whole house to the garage until I was sure that my key was not with me, so just to be sure, I checked my saxophone case but with no such luck. Not that I was really surprised not to find it in there, I would have had to have been out of my mind to put it in my saxophone case.

       So I grabbed all my stuff and made my way to the side of the house. I didn’t want to have to get into my house through the garage because it’s always such a big mess and it’s hard to get through , especially when you are carrying a bunch of stuff. But since it was particularly hot I happy to get in the house. So I went up to the garage code thing and I punched in the code. Nothing happened. Well I must have typed it too fast, I thought, so I punched it in again, this time slower; still nothing. Getting frustrated now I tried it again, and again but with no success. After trying at least fifteen times I finally decided that it was a lost cause. It was not going to allow me to enter. I thought about calling one of my parents but that was also a lost cause because my phone was hiding in my room underneath a pile of stuff. Slightly more frustrated I pulled down the tailgate of the truck and sat down on it thinking. It was starting to cool off because there were some clouds rolling in. While I was being thankful for the shade the clouds were providing I was not thinking about how they could possibly be rain clouds. Sure enough they were rain clouds! Luckily by the time it started raining really hard I got saved by my mother who had finally gotten out of her meeting and was able to rescue me from the rain.