Sometimes I get lucky.
I am old enough to retire and I worry about my memory. I even asked my doctor about it, and was given a test for Alzheimer’s disease. I passed with 30 out of 30, but that does not make me feel my memory is the same as it was 40 years ago.
I drive a cheap car that has manual door locks. Every once and a while I check every lock, but I didn’t do it after having my oil changed. So I drove around for three days with my back doors unlocked. Then I locked my keys in the car when I was clearing the ice off the windshield. Thanks to my previous stupidity, I was able to get into the car without difficulty.
In a fair universe if my car was not stolen, I would have the embarrassment of returning to our apartment, ringing the doorbell and having my husband let me in so I could get a spare key. Instead I spent an extra minute getting to work.
Life is unfair, but sometimes I am the beneficiary of that.