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After work I carried a big box of stuff to my car, opened the drivers side door and tossed it in. I had a little trouble, because my skis were still in the car and in the way, but I managed to get it over to the passenger seat. I got in and started the car. On my way back out of the car to brush the snow off the windows, I hit the button to unlock the doors because I knew I'd want to get the box out from the passenger side when I got home. You see, I knew that I would forget to unlock them when I got home, so I'd walk around and find the passenger door still locked. I was kind of proud of myself for not procrastinating this door unlocking thing.
So anyway, I hit the unlock button as I got out to brush the windows. After I cleared the snow, I found my door wouldn't open. Just for an instant I thought that the snow had frozen the door shut. Then I realized that when I hit the button, I had actually locked the doors.
Yes, the car was running.
I called my friend Bill, who (gave up on his cooking of dinner and) came and got me, took me home to get my other set of keys, and took me back to my car.
What was very fortunate in this case, was that since it was so cold this morning, I decided to warm up the car for a while, in the morning. That meant I had my house key with me, because I had used it to lock up my house while the car was still running. If I hadn't had it along, I would have had to ask Cindy to bring my extra house key up from Milwaukee. That would have really sucked. As it was, my car was "warming up" for half an hour, and I was fifteen minutes late to my scout meeting.
In case any of you are wondering, I don't believe I have ever locked myself out of my car. Well, not this car. I locked myself out of my previous car, but that was almost fifteen years ago.
So anyway, I hit the unlock button as I got out to brush the windows. After I cleared the snow, I found my door wouldn't open. Just for an instant I thought that the snow had frozen the door shut. Then I realized that when I hit the button, I had actually locked the doors.
Yes, the car was running.
I called my friend Bill, who (gave up on his cooking of dinner and) came and got me, took me home to get my other set of keys, and took me back to my car.
What was very fortunate in this case, was that since it was so cold this morning, I decided to warm up the car for a while, in the morning. That meant I had my house key with me, because I had used it to lock up my house while the car was still running. If I hadn't had it along, I would have had to ask Cindy to bring my extra house key up from Milwaukee. That would have really sucked. As it was, my car was "warming up" for half an hour, and I was fifteen minutes late to my scout meeting.
In case any of you are wondering, I don't believe I have ever locked myself out of my car. Well, not this car. I locked myself out of my previous car, but that was almost fifteen years ago.
