The last time I locked myself out of my car was back in high school I left the car running and I was at a friend's house who wasn't supposed to have anyone over. Awkward..... After having to go inside and explain the situation to his parents I thought I had for sure learned my lesson.
False.
Tuesday night I went house hunting with our wonderful Realtor [yes, we're looking at buying a house!]. It was late-ish [6:45pm] and we had just finished up. My little button pusher [yes, that is the technical term for it] for the car vanished several months ago so I have to manually unlock my car [first world problems]. I have to unlock the driver's door and then push the unlock button so I can open up the door to the backseat and put baby in her car seat I unlocked my door, threw my keys on the seat and instead of pushing "unlock" I pushed "locked" and closed the door so I could strap the Babbs in. And that's how it happened. Locked out. Keys sitting right on the seat.
Luckily, I waved down my Realtor before she drove off and she let us sit in her car while we figured out what to do. Sean had the only other car key with him in Seattle - that was not helpful. I called a locksmith and they said they would be there between 15-20 minutes. Yay! Eloise, our Realtor, let us sit in her car because it was cold and dark and rainy outside. After about 45 minutes we decided to give them a call to see what was up. Unfortunately, my phone battery died [charger was locked in the car]. Aughh... So we called form Eloise's phone. They said since I did not respond to the phone call [IT WAS DEAD!] they sent the guy on the next case. AUGH! I know that my phone being dead put them in a tough spot, but I was still aggravated at the situation. They said they'd send him over right after he finished up on this last one.
It took forever. We called multiple times to make sure they hadn't forgotten us since they didn't show up when we had expected them to. 2 hours. We were in Ms Eloise's car for 2 hours. That put us 1 hr and 45 minutes past Evette's bedtime. Thank goodness I had cheerios and a pacifier in my purse and Eloise had a towel [for the rain] that we used as a blanket. Good thing Ms Eloise is a saint. She was so sweet to us. She kept saying "Heidi! Stop worrying, Evette can't hurt a thing in this car!" as Evette pulled the lipgloss and hair clips out of the console and pushed the radio and air conditioning buttons over and over and over again. Eloise just played with us, sang songs with us, and forgave every.single.cheerio that ended up on the floor of her car [I picked up all that I could...]
When the worker came to open up my car, Eloise offered to take Evette while I went out in the rain to fill out paperwork/etc. She said, don't worry if she's cries, I'm a mom, I can handle it. So for 20 minutes Eloise flew solo in the car with a sad tired baby while I took care of the rest. See what I mean by a saint? She even followed us home to make sure we got there safe and sound. Seriously our guardian angel.
The next day we brought Eloise some flowers as a small token of our gratitude. She said of course she wouldn't have left us, and I knew she wouldn't, but she went WAY over the top for us. And that's why she is a saint. As she said today, "Heidi, we are bonded for life, now!" and it's true!
So that is that story. I think I have learned my lesson. No more locking the keys in the car. EVER.
It was a blessing in disguise, though! I really liked the house we had looked it, and was pretty excited about it. But, after sitting outside of it for 2 hours, we realized that it was a busy through street! It didn't look like it at first, but we had dozens of cars zoom by at ridiculous speeds that scared us to death the first couple times. After the first few cars Eloise put on her hazard lights every time a car drove by so they would see us and not run straight into us. We won't be looking into that house anymore! Blessings are sometimes disguised :)
False.
Tuesday night I went house hunting with our wonderful Realtor [yes, we're looking at buying a house!]. It was late-ish [6:45pm] and we had just finished up. My little button pusher [yes, that is the technical term for it] for the car vanished several months ago so I have to manually unlock my car [first world problems]. I have to unlock the driver's door and then push the unlock button so I can open up the door to the backseat and put baby in her car seat I unlocked my door, threw my keys on the seat and instead of pushing "unlock" I pushed "locked" and closed the door so I could strap the Babbs in. And that's how it happened. Locked out. Keys sitting right on the seat.
Luckily, I waved down my Realtor before she drove off and she let us sit in her car while we figured out what to do. Sean had the only other car key with him in Seattle - that was not helpful. I called a locksmith and they said they would be there between 15-20 minutes. Yay! Eloise, our Realtor, let us sit in her car because it was cold and dark and rainy outside. After about 45 minutes we decided to give them a call to see what was up. Unfortunately, my phone battery died [charger was locked in the car]. Aughh... So we called form Eloise's phone. They said since I did not respond to the phone call [IT WAS DEAD!] they sent the guy on the next case. AUGH! I know that my phone being dead put them in a tough spot, but I was still aggravated at the situation. They said they'd send him over right after he finished up on this last one.
It took forever. We called multiple times to make sure they hadn't forgotten us since they didn't show up when we had expected them to. 2 hours. We were in Ms Eloise's car for 2 hours. That put us 1 hr and 45 minutes past Evette's bedtime. Thank goodness I had cheerios and a pacifier in my purse and Eloise had a towel [for the rain] that we used as a blanket. Good thing Ms Eloise is a saint. She was so sweet to us. She kept saying "Heidi! Stop worrying, Evette can't hurt a thing in this car!" as Evette pulled the lipgloss and hair clips out of the console and pushed the radio and air conditioning buttons over and over and over again. Eloise just played with us, sang songs with us, and forgave every.single.cheerio that ended up on the floor of her car [I picked up all that I could...]
When the worker came to open up my car, Eloise offered to take Evette while I went out in the rain to fill out paperwork/etc. She said, don't worry if she's cries, I'm a mom, I can handle it. So for 20 minutes Eloise flew solo in the car with a sad tired baby while I took care of the rest. See what I mean by a saint? She even followed us home to make sure we got there safe and sound. Seriously our guardian angel.
The next day we brought Eloise some flowers as a small token of our gratitude. She said of course she wouldn't have left us, and I knew she wouldn't, but she went WAY over the top for us. And that's why she is a saint. As she said today, "Heidi, we are bonded for life, now!" and it's true!
So that is that story. I think I have learned my lesson. No more locking the keys in the car. EVER.
It was a blessing in disguise, though! I really liked the house we had looked it, and was pretty excited about it. But, after sitting outside of it for 2 hours, we realized that it was a busy through street! It didn't look like it at first, but we had dozens of cars zoom by at ridiculous speeds that scared us to death the first couple times. After the first few cars Eloise put on her hazard lights every time a car drove by so they would see us and not run straight into us. We won't be looking into that house anymore! Blessings are sometimes disguised :)
Heidi, since having kids I have locked my keys in the car more times than I can count...we were actually on first name basis with the locksmith in Houston. He finally just made me a lock out key (one that unlocks the car door but will not start the car) and a few spares FOR FREE! I gave him good business for a while :)
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