Okay, I want to say first off that I do love my hubby. However, there are times......
So he goes out a while ago to the store and went to pick up a pizza because, you know, we need all that fat in our diet. My 4 candy bars last night while I watched "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" was not enough (no, don't bother watching it.).
A while later he comes in huffing and puffing (see kids, this is what smoking will do for you, too!) and asks if I have an extra set of keys for my Olds. You remember the car he let get stolen last year and got the front smashed? Yeah, that's the one.
Well, I ask why and he says he locked the keys in it.
Now I have to add that he has been driving this car of mine since his Honda has been perpetually in the shop with goodness only knows what is wrong with it. So I ask how he got home from the store and he says to me that he drove it home. It is sitting at the end of the driveway, still running because when he got out to close the gates after coming home he somehow locked the doors (power locks) and then had to hoof it up the driveway. Poor baby........
So off I go with my flash light to see what I can find. At one time I had an extra set of keys stuck to the underside of the car but that has been 7 years ago and I never needed to use them. I can't find them anywhere under that car as I crawl around on the gravel shining my light. (I could just hear the neighbors saying "Now what are those crazy Phillips doing?" We have a streetlight right there at the gates so the whole world can see.)
No keys. Hmmmmm.
Okay, well he didn't close the door well on the drivers side so it has only caught a bit but I can't get it open so I climb back in the truck, where fat boy has been sitting watching me the whole time and I back the truck all the way back up the drive, past the house, and through the barn yard and up to the Guinea tractor where the crowbar hangs. (Yes, when I get mad at the loud suckers .....kidding!) Back to the house where I find a few long pieces of slender junk (I think it was off the frame of a screen window. I have a LOT of junk!) and off to the car, still running in the driveway with headlights on and heater blasting inside.
At this point DH is getting a bit nauseous from all my wild driving. Do you think I felt bad for him?
I made him get out and I grabbed the crow bar and wedged the door frame open a bit. At this point he hollers, "Don't break it!" (Seriously....) and I stuck the aluminum stick down inside the car. Drats! About an inch too short. Thankfully I brought an extra piece and grabbed the tape out of my truck, taped them together and told DH to hold the blasted crowbar. I wedged it open just enough and slipped the piece of junk down and hit the power auto window. Pulled the piece of junk back out and walked off to my truck. DH stood there for a minute, took the crowbar off the door and said "Well, yeah....if you cheat, I guess you can get it open that way!"
And that, folks, is how wild my Saturday night has been.
Backwards .... up your driveway.... OMG that scares me just the one time I saw you do that!
Probably cause I can't back far in a straight line.....you would have had a new driveway thru the yard, around the house, behind the barn, then back up to the carport.
Lucky for me, Todd has the common sense to do what you did....I would have just been sitting in the truck like your DH
I would have tried clothes hangers or anything first before I told him I locked the keys in with it running! ROFL!
I can't do that in the Jeep - the doors will not lock if the key is in the switch
I used to lock keys in the car A LOT years ago. Was well known for it at work.
