There is a long involved story here about lost keys and such, but I will leave that for Lyn and Ky to tell.
I took the spare keys to the bus depot in order for them to make it to Saskatoon before nightfall. I presented them to the clerk and gave him my name. He asked me to spell my last name. Now, for those of you who don't know me, it starts H-I-N-G... etcetera.
How I spelled it? H-I-J-K...
To which he replied, "Are we on Sesame Street?"