WikiAnswers: What Do You Do if You Lose the Only Set of Keys to Your Car?

Of fucking course. The whole goddamn fucking universe and God himself are fucking out to get me for some goddamn fucking heinous crime I have no idea I even fucking committed. Fuck me. Seriously. I can't even have ONE good week. Things start turning up to the point where I get excited over some gay-ass Asian shit and what happens. My life blows up in front of my fucking face. Awesome.

I fucking lost the only damned set of keys to my FATHER'S car. After busting my ass at work and working two hours of overtime whilst my boss looked up porn or whatever the fuck M enjoys watching in her spare time for a fucking hour before leaving. And then, I miss the bus and have to wait another forty-fucking-five minutes for the next one to come because of all the goddamned constructing in Ann Arbor right now. Then, I get one the hot-as-hell bus, finally make it to my car and -oh fuck- realize my keys are no where to be found. FUCK ME. So, I call the bus service and ask when the next bus is arriving so I can go back to the godforsaken lab and root around for my keys and lo and behold, the bus fucking doesn't service the commuter lot after 7PM. Fucking great. So, dressed in black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and thermal socks (thank you lab for being like a fucking icebox) I begin the HOUR hike back to the lab in sweltering 80-some degree weather. And then I fucking get there and almost pass out because I haven't eaten since noon and, oh I don't know, it's like the fucking Sahara outside and what do I find? NOTHING. That's right, the sneaking suspicion that I had all along was correct. I LOST the keys to my FATHER'S car. And of course because life itself has a vendetta against me, somebody was too much of a cheap ass to get a spare key cut. Christ above. I am seriously about to impale the small test mice next door I am so fucking pissed. Because my Dad basically strangled me whilst explaining the fact that if I lost these keys I'd be skinned alive, I make sure EVERYDAY to follow a set procedure which ensures that I place my keys in my purse after exiting his brand new vehicle. But of fucking course, somehow they have been lost.



Dear Universe, Karma, Cosmic Balance, etc.

I fucking hate you. Go pick on someone else please. M'kay. Thanks.

-Holly, President of the Eternally Damned.



Oh, and if you were wondering, if the same misfortune happens to fall upon you one day, here is that WikiAnswer;

"You need to go to the place where you brought your car and they should have a second set of keys for you....but it dosent always work like that so you may need to pull out all your locks and ignition and find what your tumbler code is and have a key remade."

Fuck me sideways.



**UPDATE***

Apparently your locksmith will do it for you, for the pretty penny that sings the tune of $150. Fuck me, there goes my latest paycheck.