I locked my keys in my car today. Most of you (and me included) wouldn't think of that as such a great thing. But here's the scoop: for some reason, I wasn't at all uptight about it. Why? Read on...
Starting at the beginning here. I was on my way out to my car after taking the *worst* Spanish midterm ever, (Blessing #1: my midterm was already over!) digging through my shoulder bag for my keys. They weren't in the pocket they're usually in. Okay. Maybe they fell out. They're hidden in the bottom, right? Wrong. Not there, not in the other pocket I sometimes get them in. I started to get that awful sinking, twisting, tense feeling in my gut. I approach my car very slowly as if, somehow, walking slower and more carefully will make them appear in my hand. No such luck. I peeked in the driver's side window. There, still in the ignition, was my elusive WWJD keychain. Blast.
First step, call my boss, let him know the problem. Apologize profusely. Beg forgiveness. Thank you Lord, I have an extremely understanding boss who doesn't really care when I show up, just that I do eventually. (Blessing #2)
Second step, hike back to campus security. And I do mean "hike." For those of you who've never been on this campus, they're doing construction, so everything is detoured and you had to walk up the stairs, across the courtyard, back down the stairs, and about another half-block to the security office. Yay. But I was wearing my Birkis-- most comfy walking shoes I own! (Blessing #3)
Unfortunately, security couldn't do much besides give me a coat hanger and some advice. So the rent-a-cop walks me back to my car and stands there trying to talk me through popping the lock with a *very* unruly un-bent coat hanger. I worked on it for about 10 minutes, getting absolutely nowhere. Okay, third step.
I called my insurance agent. I knew I had towing covered, but what about lockouts? Covered! Huzzah! (Blessing #4) He gives me the number for their roadside assistance. By this point, I was pretty much dancing. The operator there was extremely helpful and easy to work with. (Blessing #5: no hard-to-understand foreign operators!) He got my information, told me he'd make a couple calls and I'd get an computerized call back within the hour telling me when the truck would be here. Yeah-- within THE HOUR. An hour. A whole hour. Blast. That's a long time.
The call came within 3 minutes (Blessing #6!) informing me that the tow truck would be there within 30 minutes. Still-- half an hour's a long time to wait outside in the wind in a desolate parking lot. Oh, well.
So as I was standing there, leaning against the hood of my car, studying my Spanish book, I heard a voice. No, no, no, I'm not going crazy. It was my friend's voice. My good friend whom I hadn't seen since last year. JACKIEEEEEEEE!!!! (Blessing #7) As it so happened, she was on her way home, and not in a hurry, so she made herself comfortable next to me and we caught up for the next 15 minutes or so (Blessing #8: it only took 15 minutes for the truck to come). The techie dude was also *extremely* understanding, jovial, good-natured, funny, and all the other "good"-meaning adjectives I can come up with. Not to mention fast. Remember that I said I had been working with the coat hanger for about 10 minutes? Yeah, he popped the lock within about 10 seconds. (As my boss says, "It's a good thing he's honest! Can you imagine him on the other side of the law?")
As you can imagine, I'm in a very good mood as I write this. So I locked my keys in the car. Big deal! I was able to enjoy the sunshine and catch up with a good friend (all without losing my job).
Needless to say, my next purchase is going to be one of those hide-a-key boxes to stick under my bumper!
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