Today, I fucked up... by calling a locksmith when I wasĀ ālocked outā of my car
Iāll preface this by saying Iām usually not a stupid man but I was at the end of my third 16 hour shift in a row and I was very tired. Iāll make this quick:
I got off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my remote unlocker - as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times, battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada.
I call a locksmith, explain that Iām locked out of my car. He says heāll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open:
āSo locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, Iāll have it open in a minute.ā
āNo, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead.ā I replied.
He stops and for about 10 seconds. Doesnāt say a word. He sees my keys in my hands. Takes them from me, inserts them in the lock and opens the door.
I was mortified. I was so in a habit of opening the doors with my remote fob that I entirely forgot that keys could be used to unlock cars manually. He started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an aneurysm. After he stopped laughing, he told me there was no charge. The story heād have to tell was worth the drive out.
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