I have keyless entry on my car (with key fob) and on my house front door (electronic deadbolt with key pad). So I keep them hooked to my purse. I only ever use them to open the door at work. Then clip them back on right away. But even before the keyless entry car I never lost them, they would fall in the purse and I’d have to dig, which is why I got a clip for them, so they wouldn’t fall inside.
@PocketBrain Fair question. I certainly have never lost mine over a 24-hour period. The longest I have hunted for them before finding them might have been an hour or so at the most. I have however, just taken the backup set to drive to work, and waited until I got home to do a thorough search, so I guess technically they may have been missing for 10 hours max.
@jerk_nugget@PocketBrain, I left mine in a fitting room like 12+ years ago. When I went back someone had already taken them. I got a call from one of the city libraries a few days later, my keys were turned in there (had one of those small plastic key chain cards attached).
When I picked up my keys the person who turned them in left their phone number. I called to say thanks for turning them in and the person asked for a reward.
I did not give them a reward. I still don’t understand why they didn’t turn them in at the store when they found the keys.
@kittykat9180 the audacity of some people! perhaps they thought they were owed something after going the (literal?) extra mile(s) to turn them in somewhere that would be able to contact you. personally i think that’s obnoxious. i also would turn them in where i found them, since people looking will return to where they lost them, but i can see why someone may not choose to do that.
It’s an expensive bad habit. I’ve lost mine in a swamp, In a lake, in the woods, somewhere alongside of a road of which I was jumping ditches for shits and giggles. At least a dozen times I either forgot or lost them (slipped out of my pocket) in my car. In my house. At my parents. At work. Threw them in a dumpster. And you’d think that if you used an “S” clip, they’d stay put, but not with me. Keys are like convicts to me. Always trying to escape. I hate keys!
I used to lose them all the time, mostly around the house.
Yes, there was a spot, but if they weren’t in the spot it was a nightmare. Then I stopped using them and saved myself a lot of trouble. Locks are just, like, a construct of the man to keep us down, man.
My keys have been lost only three times in my life (so far, 64 yrs & counting).
I am the safekeeper for everyone else’s keys. I have duplicates of everyone’s house keys and car keys/fobs because they know I keep those suckers on lockdown. I learned the results of lose your keys the one and only time I lost mine - I left them in the hotel room in Rome, Italy.
Didn’t realize it until I got home to NY, tried to get into my apartment…oops. Landlord let me in, so I could grab my duplicate house key, duplicate car key, and haul my suitcases off to a locksmith to get them opened. Just exactly what I wanted to do after a really long day of travel. The other two times? - Once my sister lost my keys when she was cat sitting for me while I was in the hospital, the other was by my ex when we were still living together, and he was borrowing mine, because he lost his set. Good thing I had an extra backup set for myself.
i chose never, which will ensure i lose my keys sometime in the near future.
i have forgotten my keys a couple times, but i knew exactly where they were.
there was one time i thought i lost my keys - i was at my parents house, and they have a little tiny basket sitting on a tray right at the top of the stairs where the keys always go since forever. when i went to leave, i reached into the basket but couldn’t find my keys. i asked my parents, who then both looked through the very tiny key basket. no keys. confused, i started checking everywhere - my purse, my car, laundry bags, the bedroom, the refrigerator. nothing. turns out, they were somehow in the key basket the whole time.
i’m still not sure how sometimes things warp in and out of reality. happened just the other day with my phone, that ended up being on the couch in exactly the first place i looked. not buried in anything either, just sitting there. go figure.
I’ve never really lost keys, in that they always turn up eventually but the longest was two years. Found those in a foldout chair/bed thing that I sold at a yard sale. I’m glad the guy thoroughly checked it out before purchase. All the keys had been replaced but I liked the keychain and was happy to have it back.
I’ve lost my keys exactly twice in my life, and one of those times was misplacing them for a year rather than actually losing them. The other time, my roommate was out of town, so I had to ask my upstairs neighbor to let me use her fire escape so I could break in. The fire escape was, at best, in need of repair, but I needed to get home to feed the cat, so I didn’t even think about being scared. Breaking in was disturbingly easy, but it worked.
@ahacksaw when i first started staying with my partner at his apartment, if i didn’t have the key i just used a credit card (…that sounds hella creepy but what i mean is, he showed me how to get in this way and said it was okay lol). anyway, i did it so much that years later when my best friend lost her keys and wallet one night and couldn’t get in touch with any of her roommates, i pulled the same trick at her house and saved the day. whenever someone sees me do it, there’s equal parts relief and deep concern XD
Longest I ever lost mine was the 2 years they spent in my father’s compost pile. I was digging in the pile one day and the jeep started, so I knew they must be in there somewhere. Took a bit but finally extricate them. I was just amazed that the battery was still good after all that time in the ground.
Went skiing at Copper Mountain back in the mid-70’s and at the end of the day… no keys to be found. After re-checking all my pockets a dozen times, retracing my steps, looking in the car to make sure they weren’t in the ignition, etc. I finally stopped swearing long enough to make the utterly pointless trip to the office to see if they had a lost and found. Sum-bitch… they had my keys! Someone had found them while skiing thru some powder in the tree line and actually turned them in! Guess they had fallen out of my pocket while we were, ummm having some refreshments, copping a buzz, or something… needless to say, I was amazed, and VERY grateful.