Dude, where are my keys?

Megan and Kelsey had an adventure yesterday afternoon while making a trip to the bank.  Somehow, they locked the car keys in the car.  Kelsey's keys were in the car, also, so they had no way to get into the house.  Megan called Debbie and me trying to find out if we might have left a window unlocked so they could get into the house.  Nope.  Megan was about to call the locksmith when they decided to call a friend's brother.  He took a coat hanger and eventually got the car door open.  I think the whole incident is hilarious.  They are not amused at my being amused.  I guess they were sitting in front of the bank long enough to get sunburned.  LOLOLOL!!!  Kelsey has had several episodes of locking herself out of her car.

I was telling my partner about what happened.  He had a similar situation occur to him a few years ago while on his first date with a woman.  They stopped at a liquor store to buy some spirits.  He was apparently distracted by the woman enough to lock his keys in his truck.  Being the gentleman, he tried open the passenger door but it was locked.  He dug in his pocket for the keys.  Nuh, uh.  He could see the keys in the ignition.  He called his daughter to go get the other set at his house, but she wasn't around for some reason.  So, he called his brother.  His brother, being the wise older brother, told him that it was impossible to lock the driver side door with the keys in the ignition.  Russell, being hard headed, disagreed.  His brother refused to drive 30 minutes to help late at nite and told Russell to call a locksmith.  The locksmith said it would be about an hour before he could get there.  While waiting for the locksmith and after 30 minutes of waiting already before calling the locksmith, Russell decided to check the driver side door.  It was unlocked.   He and his date got in the car and left before the locksmith showed up.  Another hilarious story.

To avoid appearing as if I've never locked myself out of anything, I'll share a couple of stories.  I rarely leave the house or get out of the car without my key rings hooked on my fingers so I know I have the keys.  I rarely ever put my keys in my pocket unless we go into a restaurant or store.  When we lived on Chester and I was attending OSU, I left the house and went to get in the car.  My keys were not on my finger, so I assumed I locked them in the house.  I took off the window screen and raised the window.  As I was climbing through the window, I hit my leg and my keys jingled in my pocket.  Doh!

One day at work, I left to run an errand and left my office keys on my desk.  When I returned to the office, everyone had gone to lunch.  I was locked out for about an hour before anyone returned.  Now, I never leave the office without my keys.

I believe Debbie and the kids were shopping in Stillwater while I was at work.  Debbie got out of the car and left the keys and the girls in the car.  The girls decided to go into the store and locked the doors, with the keys inside the car.  As I recall, they called someone to come pick them up, take them to the house for the extra key and go back to the car.  It happens.

A funny joke about keys...

I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car. "Do you need some help?" I asked.


She replied, "I knew I should have replaced the battery to this remote door locker. Now I can't get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a distant convenient store) would have a battery to fit this?"

"Hmmm, I dunno. Do you have an alarm too?" I asked.

"No, just this remote thingy," she answered, handing it and the car keys to me.

As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied, "Why don't you drive over there and check about the batteries; it's a long walk."

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 hee hee