Ok here is the story and a pretty good one. I work as a server in a restaurant. One of the girls comes up to me tonight and asks me if I have a tampon. I tell her I don’t have one on me, but I may have one in the car. So I go to my car to check. While searching through my trunk of the car I lay the keys down, find the tampon and shut the trunk with the keys still in it. Now, not only am I locked out of my car, but I am standing there in the piss pouring rain holding a tampon. I go inside, deliver the goods, and stop taking tables just so I can figure out how I am going to get outta this mess and into my car! It’s a '99 Grand Am. I figure if I can get in my car there is a button located on the drivers side door panel that will pop the trunk. I search 30 minutes for a coat hanger and finally come up with one. All I needed was someone eager enough to give it a try. No problem there, all I had to do was mention it to a few cooks, who were former crooks, and tell them there was a beer in it for the one who gets my keys and I had a line forming before you know it. I was aware of the consequences of shoving a coat hanger where it shouldn’t be shoved. After fighting with it for an hour in the cold hard rain and 3 cooks later, we conceded it couldn’t be done, or at least we couldn’t. So I call the lockout service and they send a guy driving a Grand Am to open my Grand Am. I had to laugh. It was mocking me. It took him less than a minute to get in. It cost $30 and all because of a tampon. I am going to call the insurance tomorrow and see if this is covered under my roadside assistance. Good grief:smack:
My condolences on your very bad luck. Yikes!
I want to be the first to nominate this for the “most arresting thread title ever”.
I hope the girl to whom you gave the tampon at least bought youa beer. Geez.
I work in a restaurant, too, as a bartender, and I’m pretty much The Drugstore. The other night my boss took my last two Advil, promising to replenish my supply…of course he didn’t, and I started my period and didn’t have any, in the middle of my shift…he’s lucky heads didn’t roll.
But I think if I added up all the tampons, Advil, Aleve, Actifed, lip balm, etc., that I’ve given to my co-workers, it would be a horrifying total.
Irritating sidenote: Because of some stupid legality, the first-aid kit in the office contains absolutely no aspirin/ibuprofen of any kind…the boss refuses to stock any, for fear of litigation…so what do they all do? COME TO ME.
Thanks, Ashkicker. The Drugstore just closed its doors forever. 
There’s an old saying Ash: “no good deed goes unpunished”.
Remind me to tell you the story about the stranded bicyclist I came across in the middle of nowhere with his inner-tube wrapped around his gears. I help him up, drive him ten miles out of my way to the nearest bike shop, where he promptly heaves his bike wrecklessly from the back of my truck, making a huge scrape in the side of the fender. Suddenly his English conveniently fails. $200 repair. Fucking selfish French bastards.
Or howabout the crying homeless guy whom I buy a deli sandwich for. He takes one look at the sandwich and yells at me at the top of his voice: “Fucking couldn’t’ve sprung an extra fifty cents for cheese!?”.
Or maybe the woman who’s wallet I found dropped by the bank ATM. I get her address from her drivers licence, take it to her front door, where she promptly snatches it from my hand, slams the door, and throws the deadbolt with an audible “SMACK” without so much as a “thank you”.
Does it stop me? Not yet at least.
Something you only ever expect to read on the SDMB!! 
This sucks. I’ve done this as well - locking keys in the car in horrid weather. My luck was having an older Blazer that was easily coat-hangered into. That and growing up reposessing cars, I was good at it anyway…
And thinking like Audrey Levins if we were to add up all the little things we give/lend to co-workers, it would be astonishing.
Must be the resturant thing. One of the other waitresses locked her keys in her car. The chef used to live in Jersey, so I naturally assumed he had a slim jim in the office. Which, as luck would have it, he did. As I often lock my keys in my car (I have AAA for exactly this purpose…) I’ve watched the AAA guys do it on multiple occations. I grabbed the slim jim and a rubber spatula (to move that rubber guard away from the glass) and literally unlocked it in about 3 seconds flat. It figures. The one lucritive skill I have is Grand Theft Auto.