Keys and the Domino Affect

My humans, for clever people, can be really stupid sometimes.

Last week they were a bit more stupid than usual and it was all down to Richard and what he did with a set of keys.

Here's the story.

A friend was up to stay the night.  Peter arrived at 4.00pm and I let him stay at my place.  The humans were all going out while I looked after the hoose and Peter was scheduled to leave the next morning at 10.

Peter said he fancied a walk and shoved his rucksack in the back of the TaxAssist Mini for Renee to bring home later while us three (Richard, Barney and Peter) took a manly stroll home together.  Their table was booked for 7.30 at Morningside Spice.  (That's an Indian restaurant).

We 3 got home in good time and then Richard's 'phone went off:

'Darling, do you know where the Mini keys are?'

Richard went pale.  'Errr... yes, they're in my pocket.'

There was a stony silence, before, through gritted teeth, 'Never mind, I'll get a taxi home and then we'll all go to the restaurant.'

'But you need to go to BNI first thing.'

'Well, you can get up and take me down in your car.'

At this point Peter coughed gently.  'My bag's in the back of the car and so's my wash kit.'

At this point 'arse' seemed an appropriate word.

'I'll come down and get you and we'll drive straight to the restaurant and leave the car,' was Richard's suggestion.

'But what about BNI in them morning?'  Asked Renee.

'Oh, bloody hell, you can follow me to the restaurant in the Mini and you can not have a glass of wine.'

Silence.

'Darling?  Darling?'

'Alright,' says Renee again through gritted teeth, 'that's what we'll do.'

So off went Richard and Peter to collect Renee and the two rucksacks.

Richard jumped out of car 2, unlocked the mini, picked up the rucksacks and Renee and they all went to the restaurant where the 'no drink' plan fell a bit flat.

'It's okay,' said Renee, 'I'll get a lift in the morning and you two can walk back to work.'

And that's what happened.  Except Richard couldn't sleep and got up early and walked down to pick the car up, by which time Renee had texted for a lift to BNI.  The problem was she couldn't find a lift and resigned herself to not going.  And then Richard turned up with transport... but it was too late.

Finally, when they picked up the Mini it turns out Richard had forgotten to lock it!

You see what I mean?  I sometimes wonder how these two organised the shop move so smoothly without me looking after them.

And I have to live with this pair of eejits!