Locking my keys…um, I mean your keys in your car
I have a hypothetical for you.
Say you are somewhere fairly far from home. Perhaps your at school. Which is about 45 minutes from home. You’re just getting out of your car and you think “Did I throw my keys in my purse?” You reassure yourself with a quick, “Of course you did silly.” And then you slam the door shut. The now locked door.
Then you start to panic. As you franticly search through your purse you think, “Do I really have my keys?” You do a thorough search. What do you find? Inhaler. Pill box. Hand lotion. Wallet. Checkbook. Fingernail clippers. Bluetooth headset you can’t get to work with your cell phone. Ipod. Car key to the van you didn’t drive that night. But what do you not find? Your car keys!
Panic mode starts to set in. What am I going to do? Do I call my husband and make him drive all this way to bring me his car key? Do I call AAA? Do I break a window? Do I stand here talking to myself?
Then you remember you never lock the hatch (consequences of buying the cheap van with no power locks). You run to the back of the van and pull on the handle of the hatch. It opens. So you climb over the back seat. And then over the middle seat. One look over the driver’s seat with your ass up in the air and you see the keys laying on the floorboard.
So you grab the keys. And by this point your so flustered it totally never even occurs to you that you could then just open the front door and climb out like a normal person. No you are crazy person and instead get out the same way you got in. Back over each seat and out the trunk.
Back in the safety of the school parking lot, you slam the hatch shut and do a sweep of the parking lot. “Did anybody just see that?” You let out a big sigh of relief when you don’t see a single soul.
Has that ever happened to you? Hypothetically?
Um, yeah. Me neither.
And then you find out that someone DID see it, snapped it with the cell phone and posted the picture of you, er, me, emerging from the trunk all over Blogland.
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Not that, but I could of hypothetically had to stack a plastic patio chair onto a Little Tykes picnic table, pull out a board that blocked air from around a window air conditioner and hoist a small child through the opening and pray that he knew how to unlock the front door when I hypothetically locked my keys in the house.
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It does sound like something I would do…
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No…
Nothing like that has EVER happened to me… hypothetically.
Um… because… I would just not ever do that. Yeah.
I’ll stick with that.
Ahem.
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Okay …nothing like cracking me up at 8am in the morning. Like laughing out loud. Really out loud. Kids are looking at me like I’m a total nut case.
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I didn’t lock myself out of the house (or car) my kids did just after I said don’t close the door I don’t have my keys! Which was followed by a walk down the block to the friend/neighbor’s house and a borrowed cell-phone (also in locked house) call to daddy who was 13 miles away at work. My friends/neighbor’s now have an extra key.