Once upon a time, around 1999, I was a single mother.
Living with my parents in Maryland.
Maryland, where I was just a few short hours from New York City.
From Broadway.
So every chance I had.
Even when my parents didn’t know.
I went.
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One weekend they packed up my son to go camping.
All weekend long.
I stayed behind.
And packed myself and a friend up.
And went to the city.
I saw a matinee of Cats.
I hung around with friends.
Had dinner.
Went back to the car to take my friends and myself home.
In a super expensive parking garage I got my car.
Drove it to the exit to meet my friends.
Opened the trunk.
We dumped our stuff in.
Slammed it shut.
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Two minutes I climbed into the driver’s seat.
No keys.
10PM at night.
In NYC.
In a parking garage.
I locked my keys in the trunk.
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Parking garage employee called a “locksmith.”
One with skillz.
Capability.
Know-how.
Or not.
Couldn’t open the trunk.
Had to rip out the lock.
Brutishly.
I got my keys.
The man with the skillz taped the trunk shut.
I drove home.
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The story I gave was similar, but didn’t take place in NYC.
But Baltimore.
Had my lock replaced so my car wasn’t duct-taped shut.
My parents never knew the true story.
And I never locked my keys in the trunk again.
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That’s great thinking under pressure. I probably would have been in the parking garage cursing the heavens.
Have you ever been tempted to tell them what happened?
LOL. Oh, don’t fool yourself into thinking I wasn’t crying and cursing the whole time -especially when he took out the pliers and just ripped off the lock.
No. I really haven’t been tempted. The car is long gone and I paid for all the repairs, travel, parking, etc myself. Of course, the drive home was a nightmare because we were delayed so long it was about 2AM and I thought I would fall asleep. LOL
I couldn’t help but smile at this, but I know it was anything but humorous at the time. Had to be so frustrating and downright scary, and yes, the long drive home when you were certainly already exhausted. It certainly was a powerful lesson to remember though! I once locked my keys in the car twice in less than three hours time, and both times my very unhappy husband had to drive 15 miles into town to rescue the keys. The second time he really wasn’t laughing. I got an extra key made and carried it in my purse after that. I never forget my purse!