This is my Toyota Camry, which I love, sitting quietly in a parking spot. It looks ready to go, doesn’t it? Appearances are deceiving.
These are the car keys that my five-year-old grandson locked in my car. “Grandma, it was an accident!” So he says. My one extra key is an hour away.
This is the coat hanger that my son-in-law heroically used to try to open my car. A valiant effort, to no avail.
This is where the picture should be of the Auto Club hero who came and unlocked my car. He came and left so quickly, like the Lone Ranger or Zorro, that there was no time to get a picture.
This is me standing next to my freed vehicle, ready to take off to do important things.
By the way, no children were harmed during this event. It was a test of patience, and my son-in-law and myself passed beautifully. We kept smiling, with nary an angry word or look. At the same time, I believe my grandson has learned that it would be counterproductive to lock the keys in the car again, if only because of the level of boredom experienced while waiting for Auto Club.
All the same, I think I’ll take a little trip to the Toyota dealer next week and get a couple of keys made.
Fri, Apr 23, 2010
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