And I’m a fucking idiot to boot. :mad:
Bloody annoying for you. Spare set? Got a coat hanger? Roadside recovery service?
Well, at least the Google ads are trying to be helpful.
I did that a couple of times, in my younger days. Then I wised up and started carrying a spare key in my wallet, which of course I’ve never needed to use.
I’m sure it will come as some consolation when I say that it is physically impossible to do this with my car.
No? Didn’t think so.
It is impossible to lock your keys in your car? Do you have keypad entry? Or is it impossible to lock your car at all? If you can lock your car, how does it know whether the keys are inside?
Eh, called Pop-A-Lock. 50 bucks down the drain, if they can find me. The Univeristy campus I work for is a construction zone on top of a retired military base. Pizza guys get lost on a regular basis and our parking lot is in gang territory. (I wish I was joking.)
The weather is bad too. Below zero (F) icy and snowy.
This doesn’t help the I-hate-my-job-turning-30-next-month-damn-antidepresents blues. :mad:
Since this is the Pit:
Fuck!
You can only lock the car with the key, and it won’t lock unless all the doors are shut.
Well, I hope that Pop-a-Lock crew (cool name for a business!) move their arses and get down there t’ help you out pronto, Mouse_Maven. Just turnin’ 30, huh? Sorry things are a tad shitty for you.
Make plans now for surviving the turnin’-40 blues. They’re a doozy, I tell ya.
My membership in AAA has paid for itself many times over because of just this sort of thing. I feel for you.
If it helps, I once locked my keys in the car…at a self-serve carwash…with the motor running!
It’s impossible for me to lock the keys in if they’re in the ignition. It is however, perfectly possible for me to toss the keys on the passenger seat while I need both hands to get something out of the glove box. The only time I’ve needed the spare key in my wallet.
Mouse_Maven, join AAA. It’s about $50 a year - which I get my money’s worth just from maps - and they would open it for you for free, plus the other benefits.
During one of the worst days of my life, I locked myself out of my car twice, once at school and then again at the mall. I called the same company both times because they were very close, but thankfully the same guy didn’t show up twice.
That’s the kind of stupidity you have to earn.
I just read your location. 
Yep, we sepo’s have some interesting business name: Pop-A-Lock, Roto-Rooter, Piggly-Wiggly, Wal-Mart of Borg.
As for things being shitty, I’m just whiny. Mouse_Spouse is pissed because this happened a couple of months ago and no one is in the lab yet, so I’m venting.
Ahh. Got it. What kind of car is it?
Citroen Xsara Picasso - a giant egg on wheels. I’m changing it soon.
Well, I’m glad things aren’t all doom-an’-gloom then, mate. Still a piss-off having to sort out keys in the car, though. Righteous rant indeed. Particularly in cold weather!
My dad is just like you–except for the never needing to use it part. At some point last year, he took his car in to be worked on, and handed over the spare key from his wallet, rather than the keychain with the house key, etc. So far so good.
Sees key that used to be in wallet from time to time, keeps thinking “I ought to put that back in my wallet”. Does otherstuff.
And then one day, the following events take place. My mother and I had been out of town, and she used her cell phone to call him to let him know that we were twenty minutes from home. He didn’t answer, so she then called his cell phone. Either he answered then, or he called back five minutes later (having arrived in a parking space in the meantime). They talked briefly, hang up. Phone rings again–Dad, again?
Yep, while sitting in his car talking to Mom, Dad had taken his car keys out of the ignition and dropped them on the seat next to him. He then hung up, got out of the car, pushed the door lock, shut the door, and looked in the window and saw his keys. Checked his wallet for the spare–knowing full well it wasn’t there-- and picked the cell phone back up to call Mom to ask her to come rescue him.
I turn onto a side street, while Mom checks her purse. (Our route had just taken us by Dad and his car–in fact we’d joked about stopping in the parking lot to see if he was there before she called him). Nope, no key to Dad’s car there. I return to the main road and drive the rest of the way home. Mom gets key to Dad’s car and key to her car and drives off to rescue him. I stay home and unload my car–just beating the rainstorm, which catches my parents. Dad puts his spare key back into his wallet as soon as he gets home.
I carry a spare key in my wallet, too. I’ve only needed it once.
If you really want to screw up, make sure the engine is running, then lock the doors.
I googled it and found the website. What the heck does this mean?
Specifically, the ‘saloon’ part?
My husband and I discussed this a time or two. Tonight I’ll talk to him. “Honey, you married a moron. Let’s join AAA.”
UK terminology:
‘Estate’ cars are something like station wagons (except smaller, but that’s generally true of most vehicles anyway)
‘Hatchback’ are more or less normal-shaped cars where the rear end opens all as one, including the rear window
‘Saloon’ cars are normal cars with a smaller opening into the boot(trunk) that opens independently of the window.