The dreaded car lock struck again!

8O Well, it happened again, only this time it wasn't raining and we weren't in a cemetery! :roll: I suppose that's progress. 8) Returning from our walk in the conservation area by car, I stopped to pick up my mail. The strata council asked residents to park on the main street rather than at the entrance to the complex. I duitfully stopped at the curb within sight of the mailbox. :? As it was dark, I left the lights on, the engine running and stepped out with the intention of leaving the door ajar. It closed partially behind me and locked itself . :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

Oh no! My purse, cell phone etc locked in the car, traffic zipping by and Willoughby in the back seat. 8O 8O Curses!

I ran down the hill to the house as I had the spare house and mailbox key in my hand. No spare care key! :evil: Once inside, I couldn't find the number for the auto club. I became hysterical (again!) as about 15 minutes had passed and the car with Willoughby and the engine running was up the hill on the main road. :twitch: Finally, I thought to call the telephone info line. They couldn't find the number at first: I really panicked by this time. At last, they got the number, I called the autoclub who wanted my number: it was of course locked inside the car. :oops: Assuring me they'd be right there, I tore out the door and up the hill. :roll: It was by then quite dark.

(Because of my back, I usually have trouble with hills and one of Willoughby's tasks is to help me: the only time pulling is OK!)

I was still upst and I expect my running style was a bit peculiar. :cry: I attracted the attention of a neighbour who happens to be a policewoman who asked what was wrong. She was at the mailbox with her dog, Otis, a very excitable yellow lab.Following my explanation and viewing Willoughby in the back seat, looking very bored, she was very kind and I managed to calm down in time for the tow truck to arrive and open the door! :yay:

We were home in five minutes nearly an hour after being locked out! Needless to say, I was exhausted. I hope that's over for the year! :phew:
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Wow, what an ordeal!! :roll: Glad everything worked out okay but I could feel your panic in your words. :phew:
I hate getting locked out! You are right - lots better not in the rain and a cemetary. :D

Thankfully, it hasn't happened in a while now (knock on wood). I attribute a lot to not working nights. being chronically tired I had a few"oops" myself.
I have AAA for getting my vehicle unlocked. I haven't needed it once since I switched to working day shifts. :D
:D That's a good point. I've been very tired lately with the new job and meeting challenges. I preferred it when we called them problems! 8O
That happened to me once. I was frantic. There was another night my husband and I ran into town for ice cream. We took five dogs for a ride with us. We got home getting ready for bed and realized our beloved Sadie, Rottie, was missing. I was crying, he was yelling. He ran back into town and returned home with no dog. I went back outside, only to look at the back of the SUV and saw her sitting in the back of the truck yawning. We had driven the SUV to town and somehow missed seeing her and all of her 60 pounds of blackness getting back out of the truck! I yelled at my husband and thought, "Geez how do you misplace a rottweiler!"

Sadie got out of the truck after 10 hours in it, Peed and pooped outside and went for something to drink, as if this happens to her everyday!
I've lost gate keys. One time: At the front gate, dogs waiting for me to open gate but no key. There's a key hanging from the chandelier in the dining room, but I'm too old and fat for crawling over fences. What to do? Go to HomeDepot and buy a ladder (need one anyway) Ah, still too spooky about climbing up/across and down ladder. Punt, call lock smith. Have to prove I live at address....did have driver's license. He has to cut lock as he can't pick it.

OK, should have ended, right? He insists I must enter house as I might have been previous resident coming to rip off new owner's house. Did I mention I didn't have front door key either? The fact 5 or 6 nonbarking dogs on other side of fence watching doesn't carry any weight with him. Finally have to admit the back door of the garage is open as is the door into house and key to gate is hanging on chandelier in diningroom. He insists on coming in with me to verify......now I'm scared. 8O

Fortuantely Great Pyr bitch sensed my fear and kept herself between me and the lock smith.......no growls but he and I knew one move and she'd have him for lunch.

I keep spare gate key in wallet........won't do much good if I lock purse in car..........horrors!!!
Once, many years ago, I just buckled my son in his car seat. As I had leaned into the back seat I dropped my purse and keys over the front seat to free up my hands to help him in his seat and buckle it.

Like a good mom I locked his door before shutting it! :roll: Then went to open the front passenger door to get to my keys.... the door was locked! Checked all the doors... ALL were locked. There was my 2 yr old sitting buckled into a car seat, alone in the car, in our own driveway. I went into complete panic mode. Couldn't get into the car or back into the house!!!!

I ran to the neighbors, tried calling my husband to see if he could run home and bring his keys.... no such luck. He and his soldiers were out at the firing ranges. So I called 911. :oops:

To make a long story short... the cops took over 20 minutes to get to our house, then proceeded to grill me about wether or not I was actually the mom, where was my identification (IN THE CAR!) on and on it went. I was soo freaking out because by this time my son had been in the car seat almost an hour. He was so calm and sweet about it. Never cried once, the trooper! I would talk to him thru the window... and he was saying " c'mon mommy, lets go!" :lol: :lol:

By the time the police slim-jimed the door lock I was borderline furious with them!!! I snatched the door open, grabbed my son, keys and purse and stormed off into the house. To beat all.... when they did the thing to my door it actually broke the inner workings of the lock and the door never ever locked again.
One of my friends would purposely lock her keys in her car if she went to a crowded event, just remembering to take her cell phone. When she would be ready to leave, she'd call onstar, and tell them she'd locked herself out of the car, and they would remotely unlock the door. One of the few reasons I would consider getting onstar....
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