Some of you know how I sometimes brag about never losing my keys (with one exception – losing and finding (!) my computer farm access card) . Anyway, in Reading Festival 2002 I had on me in 2 separate key chains – my Israel house key (it was attached to my watch, that’s why I carried it!) and my hostel room key.
After the Prodigy’s concert (the end of the second day of the festival) Katz, who I was touring England with, asked me for the time. Of course I lost my Israel house key, and then I found out that the hostel room key was missing as well.
In this festival there were around 70,000 people. Looking for the keys was a long shot. It was such a lost cause, that even I had my doubts about my chance of success. But since I’ve had luck with finding things before and we were standing at the same place for the entire show, I asked Katz to hold on for a few minutes, and let me look for the keys.
Katz said ok, and sat down on the grass. I was looking for the keys all around when Katz noticed from her sitting place a guy kicking something that was making ringing sounds on the grass. She said I should check it out, and it was my Israel house key! The Italian guy, who was kicking the key around, was so surprised when we thanked him, that he thought we were making fun of him at first. Then I decided to look around the place where the guy was kicking my house key, and found my hostel room key as well.
So now I can go back to bragging about never losing my keys :)
Hmmmm…but technically you lost your key :)
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