I’ve had my new car for a little over a month now. During that time, I’ve had to scrap ice and snow off the car more than a few times. Today was no exception and as I warmed the car up and scraped away at the ice, the car decided that TODAY it was going to automatically lock the doors for me. So it’s about 10 degrees outside, 7:45 in the morning, and my car is locked with the engine running with me standing outside looking in and now suddenly going to be late for work. I go to the apartment’s management office and wait till 8:00 when the maintenance guy shows up. I tell him I’ve locked my keys in the car and I need to get into my apartment.
He says, “You don’t have your apartment key?”
“No,” I say, “It’s on my keyring.”
“Where’s that?” he asks.
It’s in my CAR, you moron! I mentally scream at him. Out loud I calmly say, “It’s locked in my car.”
So he asks what apartment I live in and gets a key. Then he asks for some proof that that is the apartment I live in, since he can’t let me in there just cuz I say I live there. I show him my driver’s license, which still has my old address in it, so now he’s not sure whether to let me in or not. I tell him he can go in with me to make sure I don’t steal anything, and he agrees.
So we go into my apartment and I hunt around for my spare key, or the remote for the keyless entry. Can’t find either. Then it dawns on me where they are. The spares are in the pouch of the folder that had all my car information in it.
The folder is still in the glove box from when I paid the tax and title for the car 2 weeks ago.
I beat my head against the wall for about 5 minutes, when the maintenance guy stops me by suggesting I get a hanger from my closet. Guess what? I don’t have any wire hangers, just plastic ones I bought when I moved in.
I call work and explain why I’m running late, then commence with the head-beating-against-the-wall thing again.
Luckily, the maintenance guy was resourceful enough to whip up a wire thingy from stuff in his tool box and worked it to push the automatic door lock and get me in my car.
Thank God I have the next 3 days off. It’s been a long week.