I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.ย Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.ย I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.ย I stood there, right in front of the front door.ย This was a novel experience for me.ย Iโd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.ย
โI lost my keys in here last night,โ I called back.ย ย โI was seeing if I could go in and look for them?โ
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
โGo wherever you want.โ
Iโd never seen a frat house post-party before.ย Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.ย A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.ย Iโm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
โDo you like dog movies?โ he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.ย I told him I was looking for my keys.
โSorry, I havenโt seen any keys around here.โ
Twenty minutes had passed.ย Iโd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.ย Iโd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommatesโ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
โYou need help with something?โ
โI lost my keys here last night and I canโt find them, Iโve looked everywhere.โ
โWhat do they look like?ย Iโll put it into the group chat.โย He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.ย It was worth a shot.ย ย โUm, itโs just a ring of keys.ย The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.ย Like bright pink, you canโt miss it.โ
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
โAlright, I sent the message out.ย Good luck.โ
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.ย It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.ย One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
โSomeone tell the girl!โ One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.ย โGirl!ย Hey, GIRL!!!ย ย We found your keys, girl!!!โ
They circled around me.ย I hadnโt felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.ย One of them split himself off from the crowd.
โAre theseย -โ he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, โyour keys?โ
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
โYes,โ I whispered.ย ย โOh my god, yes.โ
โEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!โ
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.ย I thanked them again profusely.ย There was a scattered round ofย โno problemsโ and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
