TIFU by hiding my spare car key too well

My younger brother had started borrowing my car whenever he saw the spare key sitting in the kitchen drawer, usually without asking first. After arguing about it a few times, I hid the key inside an old pair of running shoes in my closet.

I picked the shoes because I never wore them and knew he wouldn’t look there.

While clearing out some stuff, I donated a bag of clothes and shoes to a charity shop. I felt pretty good about finally getting rid of things I hadn’t used in years.

Later, I couldn’t find my normal car key. After checking every pocket, drawer and random surface in my apartment, I remembered the spare.

Then I remembered the shoes.

I called the charity shop and explained that there might be a car key shoved inside one of the donated shoes. Somehow they found the bag before everything was sorted, and the key was still pushed into the toe.

I got it back, but the woman asked why I was storing car keys inside footwear.

TL;DR I hid my spare car key from my brother inside an old shoe, forgot about it and donated both the shoe and my backup key.