St Albans in the 1980s again
Parked my pride and joy 'A' registration Ford Escort in a big car park in St Albans. It was my first reasonable car and was only a few years old so I looked after it, cleaned it every week, never parked it near other vehicles so inconsiderate drivers couldn't scratch it.
Had a stroll through the town centre for about 2 hours, get back to the car then get a horrible feeling when I reach into the pocket of my Levi's 501 jeans (it was the 80s)to discover that my car keys were not there.

Retraced my steps back through town, going into every shop I had previously visited, asking staff if they'd found any keys and if they did could they hold on to them for me. This takes me about a further two hours and eventually I reach the car in the middle of a now empty car park. I circle the car a few times on my hands and knees in the dirt searching for the keys before resigning myself to the fact that I'd lost them.

Desperate times call for desperate measures so I decide to smash the window and get the spare keys from the glove compartment. Eventually find a rock about the size of a house brick, walk back to the car and it's as I'm in the backswing of throwing a rock at the window that I finally see my car keys ..... in the ignition !!
In the 30 or so years since this happened this has only happened to me again about 4 or 5 times.
(Barnetboy, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 12:50, Reply)