A couple of years ago, on my birthday actually, I had a flat tire and ended up driving to work on it before I noticed it. It was the back passenger side so I don’t see it when I get in my car in the garage–I just thought my alignment was off as I drove to work (I know, there are times I shouldn’t be allowed to own a car). After a frantic call to Paul (who was getting on an airplane), I called my father-in-law (probably would have called my dad if I thought he could help at all) before I remembered we have Roadside Assistance (again, how am I a grown-up?). The lugnut key wasn’t where is was “supposed” to be and the first super-helpful tow truck driver sent by Subaru Roadside was in no mood to find it. I ended up having to have my car towed to the Subaru dealership so they could use the generic key they have. Lo and behold, my lugnut key was in the glovebox the entire time. Good times. At least now I know what I’m looking for when someone says lugnut key.