When Edward told me that we had to make a detour because he had forgotten his tie, I thought the thing (the level of inconvenience) would stay there.
He was wrong. After the tie was the turn of metermos gasoline into a diesel car (even though the bomb had a workshop ), And to make the thing even more, fell one of the biggest loads of water I have ever seen on Lisbon. The car looked like a real boat (water up to the doors) and I even think to get out of town would have to ask for a ride to Noah
With great effort, we managed to navigate to Sintra where, to our amazement, was a sun of envy to the (few) people of the Sahara.
Eventually arrived at the destination is the adventures and the thing calmed down (until the evening).
Service done, mission accomplished, it was time to return to Lisbon.
Until someone (the lord of the tie) resolved to lock the car with all the material and with the keys inside the trunk.
Nothing that a trip to Lisbon taxi (OK, did not need a man to go so quickly, but should have a girlfriend waiting ...) to get another key to home is not resolved.
Seeing the trailer for the wedding, no one guesses what we suffer.
Here it is for posterity: