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There I was...stranded...in a remote, wooded area, trapped by fear and worry, wondering how on earth I would escape what lie before me. That's right. I had locked my keys in the car at Mingo Creek Park. Now, just so you're aware, I was not alone. In fact, there were several people nearby who were witness to all of this. The kids and I were at the park for a homeschool class on animal skull identification, which took place at the shelter across from the parking lot where my now useless car sat, me thumping my fist against the window in despair. Emily sat, clueless, on the curb, sipping the drink she had begged for that brought me back out to the car in the first place. Thankfully, while cell service is spotty out there (and downright useless when one's cellphone is on the wrong side of the vehicle) one of the park staff who was teaching the class let me use hers, which got great reception. I had to call Ryan out of a meeting to look up the number for Roadside Assistance through our car's serivce plan. As luck would have it (not on my side as it was), they cover many things...locked cars were not one of them. When they told me it could still be done to the tune of $75, I asked them to transfer me to AAA, who were willing to restore my life for only $50. And, no, I'm not a member of AAA because I have Roadside Assistance...you can see how nicely it worked in this situation. Once I witnessed how easy it was for the guy to actually break into my car, it would have been hard to cough up the dough were I not so grateful. By that time the kids' class was done. While I was bummed I didn't get to listen in, I still learned a few things, like... Rule #1: NEVER lock the door using the button on the door panel. If I had followed through in using my keychain remote I would have realized I'd left the keys on the passenger seat where I laid them to get a drink for my pestering four-year-old. Rule #2: The next time someone pesters me for a drink, they ain't gettin' it! |
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