This morning I woke up at * 5:45 am to drive the 2.5 hours to get home.
At 6:10am, I filled up my gas tank, pulled the minivan up to the gas station - baby girl was sound asleep and I just wanted to run in, pay for gas (cuz we're on a * cash-only system, my husband and I) and drive home. I turned off the car, opened my door and locked the car, set my keys down to pick up my purse, got out and shut the car door.
Yeah, with my * keys and kid inside.
I called the * police, thinking they'd just be able to do their magic slim jim thing and I'd be on my way, a little embarrassed, but wiser.
My * phone was chiming dangerously low battery.
The cops were nice enough (three cop cars to help out a stupid mom), but completely unable to get the * door open, though they tried relentlessly for the better part of a * freezing hour.
(You have to understand I keep writing profanities, replacing them with euphemisms, erasing those for factual, non-offensive description - I'll just include a * when I want to swear.)
I called Hyundai Roadside assistance - they contacted 15 * people who could not help me, and 1 who would for *$75. Sure, I'll save your baby - but it'll cost you. *
Yeah, *[he] totally took my * money for 10 seconds of * work. He wedged the top of the door, squeezed a pouch in, pumped the pouch with air, reached a long metal pole in, pushed the open thing and VIOLA my baby was safe.
Then, one hour later, it was snowing in the mountains. Horrible foggy, scary, * slippery roads. AND * Semi's kept passing me and * blinding me. I thought that stupid * post I made in case I died was going to be very * relevant.
It seemed a * lot steeper and scarier in person.
I was slipping and sliding all the * way home. Almost took out my own * mailbox.
A while back, when I posted about how I almost died making deadly chlorine gas out of cat pee and Clorox, some random, anonymous commenter suggested I do these things on purpose, for blog fodder.
Today, to him her I say ... *
Well, I can't say it. But you know what I mean, you little ... *****
No, I don't * do these * things to give myself something to * write about; I'm just an * idiot.
BUT, I am an idiot who is thrilled beyond belief to be home and be alive.
Bonus, good news - I was bestowed with a cow bag. :) It's all worth it.
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Oh man, what an ordeal. I'm glad you are safe. A similar thing happened to me but with my cat Bob, he was locked in the car in Wall, South Dakota for quite a while and it was VERY hot and the car was in the sun. I had to pay a guy a bit to jimmy open the car to get the keys out. I wished for AAA on that day.
Oh yeah and that person who thinks you would do that stuff for blog fodder is a ****.
I'm so happy to hear you made it home in one piece. Also, condolences on having to very high prices to get your door unlocked. I hope you're enjoying being back with your boys and husband :-)
We have USAA insurance and for the paltry sum of $6.00 every six months we get roadside assistance. What this means is that when my two year old locked himself in the van with the keys (3 times, yes- 3 times) we didn't pay anything. Also, when I leave the lights on twice a year and the battery is dead- they come jump the van. They also once towed my pickup off Whitebird Mountain and into Grangeville- and it all only cost a dollar a month. Perhaps your insurance company has a similiar program you can purchase?
Yeah, I'll be reimbursed, but I still think it kind of sucks to make ME pay up front, when they could bill my insurance. But I did get the poor guy out of bed at 6:30.
I'm glad you made it home safe! Whew!
I did the exact same thing when my son was tiny, so don't feel too bad (other than for all the obvious annoyances surrounding that event).
The way I decided to prevent the problem upon any future spaceouts was to make a copy of the door key and put it in my wallet.
You probably don't have as secure a location on your person (purse vs. wallet), but if you have somewhere to keep an extra key that you'd always have on you, I highly recommend it!
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