Double trouble

I locked my keys in the car today. I went to the public library after work and thought I would only run in for just a minute, so I left my purse in the car. and as soon as I slammed the door, I knew what I did. I leaned in to look in the window and there were my keys, dangling in the ignition. Damn it.

I went inside and dropped off my books and then went outside to call Daddy-O and Mac. Guess what? Daddy-O doesn't have a spar set of my keys. Mac's were the one's in the ignition- and my purse was in the backseat.... with MY keys in it. Well, shit!

Daddy-O showed up with a coat hanger and we attempted to pop the lock which didn't work, of course. A woman in the car next to me said the police in our town don't pop car locks any more.

I had one option left. At one time, ITSam had a key to my car and I had never got it back. So, I called him. Yeah.

He came with a key and it didn't work. WTF? He was as shocked as I was. We walked back to his apartment and hunted around and couldn't find another one.

I broke down and finally called a locksmith. He's a guy I know from my dad's church, and is one of my dad's closest friend. He's such a nice guy and I have a great deal of respect for this man. So, I called him and he came to the library.

In about 10 minutes he had it unlocked. Just a few swipes and I was in!

And because this guy is a friend of my fathers, it was free. I cried and hugged him.

Some days are good and humanity is good.

Mags