Have you ever locked yourself out of your house or your car? It’s an awful feeling, isn’t it? For me it makes me feel stupid — slap-my-forehead-how-could-I-be-so-dumb kind of stupid!
I could tell you about the time my 6 week old baby was locked inside of my car at the grocery store parking lot when it was 88 degrees out and how it required the fire department to come help. Or I could tell you about the time the kids an I were out of town and they locked my keys inside the car, on a holiday weekend, with all of our luggage inside and no Ford dealership open. But I think I’ll tell you about a different time.
I think when it happens to me is when I do things out of the normal order. That’s when I get careless and locked out. It was a cold, rainy day in Santa Rosa, California. I had to go pick up my daughter, Susie, from school. I got my keys and my purse and ran out to the car. I didn’t take a jacket as I didn’t expect to be out of the car. As I started my dark blue Jetta (oh how I loved that car!), I realized I didn’t have my cell phone with me and I should because my daughter was often late and I didn’t want to leave the car running if she was going to be late. So I grabbed my keys, locked the car (with my purse inside), and went inside to grab the phone. Just as I was about to walk out, the land line rang and I rushed to answer it then when I finished the brief conversation, I headed out the door, locking it behind me. I took about three steps and realized that my keys were inside the house. I was locked out of the car and out of the house and my daughter was waiting for me (it had been her on the land line). The only good thing was that I had locked myself out AFTER I had retrieved my cell phone. Quick thinking had me calling 411 on the cell and explaining to them that I was locked out of my car and house and my purse was in my car and I needed a locksmith but I couldn’t write the number down so could they please call one for me. I was lucky to get an understanding woman. I told her where I lived so she could find a nearby locksmith. She dialed for me and stayed on the line until they answered then hung up with the instruction that if they couldn’t help me quickly, I should call her back and she would help me again!
When the locksmith arrived, in record time because the 411 lady had found one about four blocks away from me, he was reluctant to unlock the door for me without proof that I lived there. I explained and even showed him through the car window that my purse was locked in the car. He got me in the house to retrieve my keys in about five minutes then waited while I got my purse and showed him identification and paid him. Just as I was paying him, my Susie arrived. She had called me a couple of times and I had explained to her what had happened and that she would have to wait. One of her teachers had taken pity on her waiting for me out in the pouring rain and had given her a ride home. So, much embarrassment and $55 dollars later, all was okay. Susie and I laughed about it and then decided to go get an early dinner after going inside and changing our rain soaked clothes! We also went to the store after dinner to buy one of those hollow rocks to hide an extra key in, just in case there was a next time!