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| Absent minded? Me? |
| 06.29.04 (9:49 am) [edit] |
You know, I should really think about signing up for CAA or something.
Yesterday after work, I locked my keys in my trunk. My mind was firmly fixed on other things when I closed the trunk lid. Imagine the look on my face when I realized that I no longer had my keys in my hand. :shock: Thinking that I had had the presence of mind to lock all my doors when I got to work, I immediately felt panic begin to bloom in my stomach.
I would have just opened the doors with a coat hanger if I thought it would have done any good. Unfortunately, an interior trunk release is an OPTION!!! It's a luxury that I don't have.
Locksmiths are the Devil. :twisted:
After speaking with the Devil, I almost lost it. He told me that on a Chev, they can't just pick the lock. They have to remove one of my door locks and take it in to get a new key made. "Yep, lady, we can do it tonight. That'll cost ya about $100.00."
In hindsight, now that I have had time to think about it, I wonder how they were going to get the door locks off the car if it was all locked up. I imagine that breaking into the car would have been an extra cost, even though he could easily use his Devil powers to get in. Nicely done, Mr. Devil. Nicely done. :?
So, I called Leah's Dad. I thought maybe he might have an extra key, but I was out of luck. He suggested removing the back seat and getting into the trunk that way. So, out to the car I went, armed with my coat hanger. I remembered leaving the windows open a crack. As soon as I arrived beside the car, a hysterical laugh escaped my lips as I saw that I had left the doors unlocked!! Oh, the humor. Still now, I giggle at my wierd luck.
It was a good thing that I had a friend with me who happened to have some tools. We expertly removed the bottom seat without any trouble, but my heart sank as I saw that the back was bolted on with some super-huge torques.
We rushed to the hardware store to purchase the necessary equipment. But when we arrived back at the car, we were disappointed to see that we still didn't have what we needed. It was looking pretty hopeless.
I quickly walked away, toward the nearest gas station, in search of tools. The attendant stared at me blankly as I explained my situation to him. After taking a moment to process this information, he told me that the station had no tools. I turned to leave and caught the eye of, what can only be described as, a cute little man standing behind me. With a smile, I quickly left and returned to the car. Where we stood....and tried to come up with an idea. We puzzled and puzzled and puzzled some more. We puzzled until our puzzlers were sore.
All of a sudden, a truck pulled up beside us, and the man from the gas station got out. I have affectionately dubbed him "Captain Zippy". He said almost nothing as he nimbly hopped in the back of the car, quick as you please, and loosened the stubborn bolts for us. He was kinda like the leprachan from the Lucky Charms commercial. And then he was gone, as quickly as he came.
My friend looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I just shrugged and pointed to my bare legs beneath my skirt. I could see his eyes flood with jealousy because I have much nicer legs than him. Yes, I had unwittingly resorted to using my womany wiles on strangers to get what I need. I'm feeling sort of dirty about that, but hey...I have my keys, don't I? :wink:
We put the car back together and I was happily on my way. :D
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posted by: petalpower (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (10:15 am)
lol. great story.
posted by: care (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (11:36 am)
perhaps you can also get a duplicate key made for your car?
and CAA is a wonderful thing to have... really it is... they come out and boost you up, so you don't sit in the u of s parking lot with people deliberately going AROUND you and turning their head away from you so they 'can't see you' and park... and they can tow you from the middle of nowhere back to saskatoon and so forth... yup... definitely worth it...
posted by: mgareau (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (12:05 pm)
Reply to: care
I will definately get another key made. The only reason I haven't got CAA is because it costs money. I guess this month it would have paid for itself...heh.
posted by: Andrew (reply)
post date: 06.30.04 (1:56 am)
Hey! I'd do it if a hot chick smiled at me!!! :)
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