I went to the post office after work today. I needed to mail the placemats from the place mat quilt swap to Sylvie in France. (I'll show photos once she has them.) I parked, turned off the car, laid my keys on the seat (uh-huh) while I put the address label on the package. Why didn't I put the label on at home? Who knows...most likely so I could have an adventure! I got out of the car and as soon as I let go of the door after pushing it shut, I said (loudly!) "OH NO!! My keys!" Yup, there they were...laying on the seat. "Shit. Shit. Shit." (excuse my french. OH...but, come to think of it, the package that I was there to mail is going to France, so maybe you shouldn't excuse my french. ha!)
Anyway. Went in and took care of business. Asked the postal worker if he had a phone I could use and told him why I wanted to use it. He hollered to the back room, "Hey John, could you bring the phone up here? A lady just locked her keys in her car." ummmm, thanks. He did look a little sheepish when he turned around and apologized for saying it loud enough for everyone in the PO to hear. I didn't care.
Okay. Got the phone. Who to call? Couldn't remember anyone's phone number. hmmmm...called Claire. She was very helpful.
She asked, "Do you have an extra set of keys?" I replied, "yes, in my bag, which is locked in my car." She mentioned AAA, which I am not a member of. But, genius that she is, she then asked if there was a service station close to the PO...perhaps someone there could help. YES! The place my car has grown quite fond of was across the street. Well, a block away. Across the 4 lane divided BUSY street. I figured if they couldn't help, they would at least know who could. Right?
So. Off I went. Remember, a block to the street, across the wide street and median, then about half a block down. I was huffing and puffing...
nooooo, not that kind of huffing and puffing. The 'ohmygosh, I cannot breathe!' kind. But, the good news is...my knee did NOT hurt! WOW.
On with the story. Because I know all of you are on the edge of your seats waiting...
John, the nice owner, took me back over in his truck and had the car door open within 45 seconds. COOL! I was impressed!
edited to add: He charged me only $10.00! Nice guy!
So. Can you beat that?