Ladies & Gentlemen I hereby present THE Blonde Moment for 2009.
I was on my way home from work, I stopped at the local market to pick up dinner, and stopped at the gas station to fill up my tank for tomorrow's trip.
Here I am at the gas station, I get my $28 dollars worth, I have an impatient chicky in an SUV waiting for me to leave. I put the nozzle back and close up the gas door. And then I realized it...
I LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE DAMNED CAR!
Even better, the spares were on the front seat in my purse. Thank God the car was off and only the radio was on.
So who do you call when your AAA card is stuck in the car, and by miracle of all miracles, you have your cell phone actually on you?
You call Mom out in Newport RI, because you know she has her card & can get you what you need (other than coming down the rd w/ my 3rd key)
So now your car is blocking a pump at the gas station, and trying in vain to use the damned cell phone to call AAA. Of course they ask for my AAA number. I'm sorry, but it is in the effing car, I don't HAVE it! After a 5 minute conversation where I repeated myself a lot, I was told the timeframe that we all cringe over. "Ma'am (hate that), your tow truck driver will arrive within 45 mintues if not sooner."
Well damn, here goes my afternoon. Thank god the guys at the station were sweet. One tried to see if they could wedge the window down but to no avail. One thing you have to hand to Toyota, they built solid, even if it is base model.
I have to hand it to Farmington Motor Sports, they are fast. Within 5 minutes of getting off the phone, I get a call from them saying they are 5 minutes away. So the flatbed pulls up and a kid (I swear if he is over 21 it would be amazing) gets out with a kit to open the lock. He wedged open the door frame, put in an air wedge, then used a wire (about the size of a pencil) into the door frame and manages in less than 2 minutes to pop the lock. Hallelujah. As a thanks, I had to give him some butter cookies I brought extra to work today.
So you may ask yourself why I didn't call Farmington's finest??? I was advised by the station guys, they no longer use tools to open your window.... unless you consider a rock a tool. Apparently they don't want you to know how to jimmy the lock. (I don't know how much I believe, but I didn't want to chance it.)
So there you have it, my blonde moment of the year!