Locked out
Today at lunch, I went out to my car to get something in the trunk. I open it, get what I need and close it. Around 5:30, I start winding down for the day and get ready to leave. I grab my things from my desk and head for the door. As I'm walking out to the car, I go for my keys...
Nothing.
Oh crap. I instantly knew what had happened. It surprised me and it didn't surprise me. Still, I decided to go back to my desk and check there, just in case.
Nothing.
Now I'm pissed. I mean, I'm right there on the edge. It takes everything I have to keep myself from just grabbing some random item and throwing it across the office. You see, this has happened to me one other time, at the same place, for the same reason. I ended up just kicking myself that time too. Apparently, this is a curse I must live with.
But reason sets in and I pick up the phone. I call my wife, but little good that does, because not only is she miles away at home, but she doesn't seem all that concerned about anything other than the stuff I'm bringing home, which is in the trunk. Fine. No help there, just grief.
I pick up the phone again. This time, I call the roadside assistance number from my auto insurance. Not only do I now feel like an idiot for locking my keys in my trunk, but now I'm having to sit there and call up a locksmith to save my sorry ass.
'I could not be any more of a loser today,' I think.
After what must've been a ten minute conversation, in which I pretty much handed over every single detail of my account, the voice on the other end tells me that he has requested the service and I should be getting a call soon with an ETA.
Once the locksmith arrives, I try to make light of the situation, seeing as how the guy had to drive from who knows where in rush hour traffic to open my door with nothing more than a slim jim. To his credit, the guy seemed pretty understanding about it all and actually showed a bit of concern for all of the two minutes that I spoke with him, even though he only spent about twenty seconds of that opening my car.
The auto insurance covered the bill for that tiny bit of work, but you know, I almost wish I could've paid him anyway. If not for his time and effort, at least for being around when needed. Thanks, buddy.
