...that would probably be a very good thing for my finances anyhow....but that's not why I may have to stop going there. It's just where all (ok - some) of my craziness happens!
Today, Cozette and I were making a quick Costco run to pick up a Father's Day gift, since Tony is supposed to be home for said event. By the time we got to the store, she was a little cranky. I get out of the van, shutting the door behind me, to get the baby out of the back. I try to open her door. It's locked. I try to open my door. It's also locked. I just went through that door, how can it be locked!? I can see my keys through the window, tucked safely in my purse. Panic sets in.
Two lucky things: it was a cool, cloudy day, and I had Tony's cell phone in my pocket...wait, a third lucky thing - at least 6 families from my church live in my neighborhood! I called Sofia. She ran a set of spare keys over to a neighbor (who used to be our home teacher). He rescued me. I'm taking them brownies...and whatever else I can think of.
Anyhow, while I was waiting to be rescued, Cozette was peacefully napping in her seat. I was peering through the tinted windows to monitor her breathing, crying, and trying to resist the temptation to break my car window. (Glad I did, because it rained most of the way home.) At least two ladies stopped to make sure I was ok and assured me that the same thing happened to them. Comforting, but I still think Toyota needs to rethink their design. Doors that open, shouldn't be locked.
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Yikes! I haven't had that experience yet, but I'm sure I will. I do stuff like that ALL the time. Glad it worked out okay!
ReplyDeleteThat is such and awful feeling. The only time I was locked out with kids in the car, there was one old enough to unlock it from the inside. But I once locked my keys inside my van when I went to the commissary. I didn't realize it until I came out with my cart full of groceries and couldn't get in. I had a one year old with me (thank goodness it wasn't raining). We had to wait for over an hour for a locksmith because he had to be escorted by security, and security was in the middle of shift change. The most infuriating thing was that my husband was working on the base with a spare key on him, but he was in a secure area where he wasn't allowed to have his cell phone.
ReplyDeleteI almost cried as I read that...it happened to me when Pete was 13 mo.old. That was 1971 and I remember it like yesterday. I had taken the 4 older kids to swimming lessons, So.Calif & 100 degrees out.After a couple lifeguards got my bro in law's car undone I sat with Pete on the curb and bawled.
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