my Wal mart trip started out innocently enough, you know grocery shopping and the like. My cart was full, my bill was paid. I walked out to the car, popped open the trunk, put the purchases in it and closed the lid. I walked around to the back side passenger door with my leftovers that would not fit in the trunk and don't ya know, I lost my keys in the wiles of white Wal mart bags in the trunk. Yep it was 85 my frozen foods were in the trunk, and Clipie man was out in bfe somewhere north of B.G along with my b-i-l. I was the lady sitting on the bench in front of Wal mart, with half of a grocery cart full of food (don't you always wonder about the people sitting on the bench at Wal mart?) I was inhaling cigar smoke (thank heavens I didn't loose my purse and inhaler) you know how well smoke mixes with asthma. I was trying not to chuck my cell phone into the pavement every time I called a number and nobody answered. Alas my dear Clipie (when he re-entered civilisation) his cell briefly pick up my signal for about 1 min. Have you seen the cell phone commercial where the person is getting ready to say something important and there signal dies? Well I did manage to get out I was stuck at Wal mart. So after a bit he called back and said he was on his way to rescue me. This was a first I have never lost or locked up my keys while I was out. So once again it was Clipie man to the rescue.