Busy day today – started off down at the mall finishing off my Christmas shopping. Surprisingly enough I found a parking spot right by the door, there was only one person in line before me – the mall was empty.
Woohoo! Less stress.
Then I had to meet my mother this afternoon to take her to the accountants’. We arrived 25 minutes early so we sat in the car and talked for a while. When we finally got out of the car, I shut the door and immediately swore. Because I didn’t follow my usual routine in shutting off the car, getting out etc. I hadn’t removed the keys from the ignition. I looked through the window — yup, there they were swinging from the ignition switch. And yup, all the doors were locked. Strike that bit about ‘less stress.’
Where was the spare key? 1 1/2 hour away to the north in Gizmo Guy’s pocket. So do I call Gizmo Guy and plead with him to leave work early? Um, no, can’t. You see the cell phone is in eldest son’s coat pocket instead of the cell phone compartment of my purse. And I don’t know Gizmo Guy’s phone number – in this day of IM’s I never have to phone him and when I do, the number to his office and his berry is programmed into my home phone and my cell phone so I’ve never managed to memorize anything more than the area code.
So I have to eat a little humble pie and ask the receptionist to call someone to help me break into my car and retrieve my keys. 35 minutes and $70 later I had an interesting lesson on how to break into a car using the proper breaking-in tools (there are several he tried before he got in) as well as a demonstration in lock picking. (Forget what you see on TV of them manipulating the lock and breaking in in 30 seconds. Doesn’t happen.)
Hey, Gizmo Guy? I’ve got a present idea for you … like maybe renewing our membership to CAA…