When I went to leave campus and bike home, I realized that the key to my bike lock was missing from my key ring. I searched through my bag; I went back to my office and searched my desk, shelves, and floor; I retraced my steps; I visited several lost and founds on campus. My key wasn't anywhere. Finally, I called my husband to see if he could bring me my spare bike lock key. Since we had just moved, he had no idea where it was and I didn't either.
He came to campus and picked me up. Did I mention that I left my cell phone at home that day? So finding each other was a bit of an adventure, as well, and I spent some more time broiling in the heat. We went home and began looking for my spare key. While we were searching, I was envisioning never getting my bike unlocked or worse that I would get back to campus with the key the next day and it would have been stolen. I eventually found it in a small box of flash drives and memory cards and miscellanea on my writing desk.
We returned to campus and retrieved my bike. This misadventure ended well, and I figure that it did because of good bike kharma. You see, when I was in Florence, I really wanted to steal this bike:
