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…

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7 thoughts on “D’oh!

  • December 18, 2007 at 5:51 pm

    Last Saturday, I pushed my big orange cart full of mail to the post office parking lot, reached for my key, nope. Looked in the ignition, yep. So with the other carriers looking on I got up into the bed of the truck pulled the sliding window open and ‘butt sticking up in the air’ wiggled through and unlocked the door. I never have learned my lesson. I do it at least once a year, even with keyless entry.

  • December 18, 2007 at 9:21 pm

    I did the SAME thing last week. I was picking up balloons for my son’s b-day party. I had exactly ONE HOUR before littlest boy needed picking up from play group.
    Changed routine (reached into backseat for something) and yikes – purse and keys INSIDE.
    Freezing rain/blowing snow, my holding 20 helium balloons…
    NOT a pretty sight.

    this is only the second time I’ve ever done this – and boy did I feel like a freaking idiot.

  • December 19, 2007 at 7:15 pm

    I hate it when this happens. It’s not bad enough you have to endure the frantic worrying about it, but then some yahoo from the locksmith comes over, says(with a lightbulb over his head) “got locked out, huh?” but you have to explain HOW you did this to your husband who does nothing to control his humor during the retelling. SHEESH!
    Best wishes, Leah. My sympathies.

  • December 20, 2007 at 5:40 am

    Aaaargh, I hate that! POOR YOU LEAH DEAR!! 😉 And hey Gizmo, yeah, c’mon, pitch in for the CAA! LOL!

  • December 20, 2007 at 7:21 am

    argh! I hate that … but it reminds me we only have one key for the truck I bought this summer.

    *adds note-to-myself on christmas list for a spare key in Sue’s stocking*

  • December 20, 2007 at 9:10 pm

    This makes me thankful for my Obsessive Compulsive routine when I shut off the car and get out of it. I’ve done the leave-my-keys-in twice, but never a real lock-out, as there was always a second keyholder with me. I wonder if the CAA people notice a spike in lock-outs during the Christmas rush?

  • December 21, 2007 at 5:57 am

    That is like my biggest fear.

    You poor thing you!! Big Hugs!!

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