Yesterday I reached a real milestone. I finally locked my keys in the car!
The police officer had a great time trying to get into the car. First he tried the right front door with a rubber pad to allow his metal hooker in to try to grab the lock. Then he tried the long rubber-tipped rod. Then I suggested he try the right front door, which usually isn't quite as persnickety. When that didn't work, he tried the right rear door. Then he came back to the right front door, which suddenly popped open -- of course, at the exact moment I had turned away to talk to his colleague. Bummer.
Oh well, I guess we know the little blue Toyota will make it through another six weeks of this crime-ridden town, as long as the police are still more adept than thieves!
5 comments:
It's best to get that little experience out of the way be-fore you get married.
Nice going.
Oh? What happens after you get married?
You back out of the garage when the door isn't all the way up (because it doesn't work right) and catch a tiny corner of "someone's" vehicle's roof and then "someone" is peeved.
But since it happened years ago in another state and you don't even HAVE that vehicle it's all pretty moot.
Except as a warning of what can happen...
"Bummer," huh?
Yes, I wanted to see it actually open.
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