missing – part 1

My coat, hat and zip up were shoved affectionately into the cubby as they are every morning. My key fob was nestled among my garb.

I grabbed my water bottle and head band and headed to the back corner passing out sleepy smiles and good mornings to my fellow Roosters. Our 5:30am Athletic Conditioning lived up to it’s nick name – Sweat Fest. Clusters of campers headed off the floating floor towards their cubbies holding their belongings.

I too, headed over to the cubby to retrieve my garb and key fob. I pulled it all out nonchalantly untied my hair and took off my head band. Hat on first then coat, I reached into my coat pocket for my key fob only to feel 5 pennies in one and a tissue in the other. My empty hands opened and closed in the pockets wishing the fob would appear. Then, I remembered I had not put it in my pocket, earlier. It was loose in the cubby. “It must have fallen in back of the cubbies.” I looked, no fob. I wandered around looking for my black key fob on the black floor. I walked around head down, remaining calm. Nancy joined in the looking. Michael joined in the looking. Then Janet asked, “What’s up?” “Can’t find my key fob.” I replied as despondence started to sink in. She, too, joined in the search for a black fob.

Nothing. Nada.

I stood there, pensive. “Do I call Billy? He’s probably walking the dog. Will I make it back to get Megan to school. Now what?”