I will change the identities to protect feelings, but once I was present at an especially stupid example of these “child locked in a hot car” scenarios.
I was traveling with a family in their pricey SUV through a national park. The husband and I wanted to walk down to a particular park feature, so we left the wife with the vehicle and the baby. However, she insisted on having both sets of keys – his and hers – despite at least two reminders that it was safer not to have them both with one person. Her reasoning was something about wanting to leave one set in the ignition while holding another set on her person.
Bear in mind the menfolk wold only be 400 feet away – well within earshot. She could have shouted for a second set of keys if need be, but no, she had to have them so she could set them on the seat while rummaging through baggage.
Somehow she prevailed in the argument, and of course immediately managed to lock both sets of keys in the vehicle with the baby. When I say immediately, I mean, we heard her scream before even having walked the 400 feet. Naturally we came running back to find the baby locked in the SUV. At least the engine was running, so we thought we had some time.
We began trying to figure out how to get a door open. “YOU HAVE TO SAVE MY BABY!” she screamed.
“Well, right now we’re trying to save a car window,” I told her. “At the first sign of distress in the baby, we will smash a window. But the race right now is to save the car window if we can.”
I went up a hill a ways and spotted a park ranger. He was being chatted up by some woman in a period costume. “Excuse me,” I called, running up, “but we need help.”
The lady pointedly repositioned herself between me and the park ranger to emphasize that my interruption of her flirtation was unwelcome.
But I held a trump card. “THERE’S A BABY TRAPPED IN A CAR!” I yelled, and the ranger instantly took off running with me, leaving the costumed coquette pouting.
He called another ranger, and together they were able to jimmy the door open after about 15 minutes – to discover, to everyone’s horror, that the mother had somehow left the engine running, but intentionally turned off the air conditioning, and then forgotten she had done so (presumably due to panic). The baby was fine although somewhat sweaty; the SUV was rather warm and stuffy.
The SUV window was fine, I want to reassure all distressed readers.
Moral of the story: if someone notices a child left in a hot car in time, the risk is more to the car windows than the child.