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We've all had one of those days, where Murphy's law kicks in. I am no stranger to this phenomenon. I on the other hand had 2 of those days, consecutively.

It all started on a Saturday in August back in 2004. My family and I were attending a wedding in Denver,Colorado, 250 miles from my home. We were planning a fun weekend, outside of having to attend the wedding, considering our trips to Denver were rare. My sister in-law had booked us all rooms at a motel in Thorton.

At first the motel seemed suitable, nothing fancy, but good enough for a night's stay. It was the closest place to where the wedding was being held, so convenience was the selling point. The children were just happy to see the swimming pool. So, with 4 hours before the wedding would start, I let the kids go take a dip. My 14 year old son and his 12 year old sister went out to the pool and returned rather quickly, with looks of horror on their faces. "What's wrong?", I asked. They exclaimed there was some pervert on the pool side in nothing but his boxers. I went out to investigate, and sure enough, some old guy in nothing but his wet boxers, exposing himself for the world to see, was there. I called the front office to complain, and told my children, "No more swimming for you kids!"

We proceeded to attend the wedding. The reception was immediately following the wedding. The kids became bored quickly and begged me to return to the motel. I agreed to take the boys back but my daughter was to stay with us. I then returned to the wedding with another guest and left the car for my oldest son in case he wanted to get something to eat.

The reception ended rather early due to a noise ordinance in the neighborhood, so we decided to take the party back to the motel. When I returned to room I went to fetch my keys. When I looked down at the night stand I saw my keys there, and I noticed something, a broken key. When looking closer it was the key to my ignition. Close by on the night stand was the second half of the key. After a brief interrogation I discovered that the culprit was the 14 year old. He was fidgeting with keys out of boredom and managed to break the most important one at that time. I asked the oldest son if he had my spare set of keys. His reply was,"Yeah, back home in my bedroom.".

I could feel my hair starting to turn gray. What were we going to do? You can't find a mechanic on a Sunday, and a locksmith, just the thought of spending that kind of money made my heart skip a beat. So although the

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