I continue to be amazed at what they've built into my car. A few days ago, it informed me that it was due for service. Since I'm in Chicago, this seemed like a good time to get it taken care of before another jaunt. Yesterday I dropped it off and headed back to the house in a cab. At which point, I got a call ID-ed as Dealership. Thinking of the dealership I'd just left and muttering because I assumed it meant I'd forgotten something there, I took the call. Well, it was from my local dealership back on Long Island.
I learned that someone had found my keys back on the Natchez Trace in Mississippi and gotten them to a dealership there. Since, of course, the key is chipped the local folks knew where they belonged and got the keys back to my local group. The Oyster Bay folks were calling me to ask how I wanted the keys returned. After explaining the story, I asked the gentleman if he could just send the keys to my new mailing address. He told me he lived in Glen Cove and would personally drop them off where my mail is being held and forwarded.
When I hung up from the call, I couldn't resist commenting on it to the cab driver. He listened to the story and said he was glad I had told him because a friend had found some car keys and didn't know how to go about getting them back to the owner. Now he would tell him to return the keys to the dealership. Paying it forward.
So now my keys are wending their way back to me and all is well on the adventures. Now if I could just make a decision on where to go next.
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