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idiot!
I am a damn moron. When I got into work this morning, I actually locked my keys in my car. With the engine running. I used to have a spare in my backpack, but I had taken it out several months ago. So I desperately tried to reach Krug, but since we only have the one phone right now, and its downstairs, it was doubtful that he could hear it. So, next I tried the campus police, who told me to call parking. Oh, and warned me not to do that again. Excuse me? Uh, I didn't actually intend to lock my keys in my car. I can understand them saying that if I had actually mentioned the engine was still running, but I didn't. For all they know, I'm just some dumb schmuck who accidentally locked his keys in his car.
Tried the Parking office, but either I heard the number wrong on my cell, or something. Then Terri from worked pulled in. I asked her if she knew the actual number at parking. She admitted she didn't, but she told me Parking won't be a help, they'll take forever to get there, and to instead ask Jerry, the Facilities guy, because he knows someone who could prolly get it opened. So I did, but when he called his guy, they told him that duty got relegated to Parking. So he tried Parking, and they said they would meet me outside. I had managed to get a hold of Krug after waiting five minutes for the parking guy. Who never showed up. Krug finally got there with my spare key, so I thanked him and unlocked my car. Its ridiculous though. Krug, coming from home which is about ten minutes away, managed to get there before anyone from Parking, which is under a minute by car. Owel, I called them afterwards and told them they didn't need to send their guy. They claimed they were looking for me, but I'm incredulous.
Tried the Parking office, but either I heard the number wrong on my cell, or something. Then Terri from worked pulled in. I asked her if she knew the actual number at parking. She admitted she didn't, but she told me Parking won't be a help, they'll take forever to get there, and to instead ask Jerry, the Facilities guy, because he knows someone who could prolly get it opened. So I did, but when he called his guy, they told him that duty got relegated to Parking. So he tried Parking, and they said they would meet me outside. I had managed to get a hold of Krug after waiting five minutes for the parking guy. Who never showed up. Krug finally got there with my spare key, so I thanked him and unlocked my car. Its ridiculous though. Krug, coming from home which is about ten minutes away, managed to get there before anyone from Parking, which is under a minute by car. Owel, I called them afterwards and told them they didn't need to send their guy. They claimed they were looking for me, but I'm incredulous.
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I'm just mad at myself for messing up like that because I can be so anal and meticulous. I mean, the routine is a reflex. Apply parking brake, turn off car, remove key from ignition, open door, hit power lock, get out, close door without even thinking about it. I quite often lock passengers in because I hit the power lock so quickly after opening the door that I don't give them the time to actually get out. For some reason, my brain crapped out and I missed the "turn off car/remove key" portion. And its not like my mind was pre-occupied either. Owel, I should just be thankful I was able to get my roomie to drop by with the spare.
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Anyhoo, I still want to get some lockpicking tools and slim jims and the sort. Just for situations like where peeps I know lock their key in their car and have no access to a spare. Like one of the hottie neighbors. They can be all, "Dang, I locked my key in my car! Whatever will I do?" Then I can pop the lock for them and they can be all impressed by my heroic countenance. And they can be so grateful they invite me over for sweet tea... with sexy results!
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