Joe is located along a quiet stretch of the Intracoastal. Despite their very
odd interesting menu choices (they serve sports bar food like wings, mexican and cuban food and sushi), the view was great. We sat outside while the sun set and watched the boats slowly head home (it's a no wake zone, so it is very mellow). We ordered some appetizers and beer and just hung out. There was a horrible karaoke type of singer but she wasn't that loud. Waitresses were yelling at each other but we thought it was kind of charming in a dive-y type of way.
As we headed out, things took a turn. We valet parked the car (parking at places on the beach is limited and even dive bars have valet only!). The valet decided to pull the car up right on the major street instead of in the valet lane. This annoyed my husband as it seemed very dangerous and lazy of the valet. We were sort of commenting on this as we pulled away and did not notice what was to come.
We drove the 15 minutes or so home and when we got close, I insisted that we stop for self serve frozen yogurt at Tootie Fruitie. My husband asked if I had to get yogurt. "YES!".
My husband asked if he had to go in with me. "YES. I don't want to eat it in the car. I don't want date night to end!".
So he pushed the button that turns off my car and we realized that the stupid valet never gave us the key. I have one of those dumb cars that has keyless ignition. I don't know who came up with this bright idea but it is just dumb. Furthermore, my car makes the faintest bell noise three times if you pull away without the key being present. (if you don't wear your seatbelt, it yells at you!). Why you can even drive without it reminding you that you don't have the key is beyond imagination.
We were at Tootie Fruitie and had no way to restart the car. Tootie Fruitie is a little over a mile from my house. I was wearing flats (it was casual date night) but they were not really walking shoes. Regardless, we started to hoof it home.
Along the way, we asked our local pizza delivery boy if he could give us a lift but due to some insurance regulations, he couldn't . Just kidding but if I had spotted him, I would have asked. We cut through the Publix parking lot on the way home and I looked for someone we knew. Luck had it that we had to walk the whole way. We called Joe's Tiki Bar and after getting hung up on three times, we finally got ahold of one of the yelling waitresses who said that our key was at the bar.
We made it home, got the other car and set of keys. My sweet husband dropped me and my little one off at the car (and the yogurt store) and he left to go back to the Tiki Bar. I got my yogurt (it was great and refreshing after my walk!) and he retrieved the keys which were handed over without apology from the management. Big Surprise.
As we were walking and bitching, my husband said "you've got a topic for your blog tomorrow!"
Note to self: The next car needs an old fashioned key. I can't believe that this does not happen to ditzy old me more often!