Last night around 5 p.m. or so, I got out of my car (which I parked practically in the middle of the road!) to check out my neighbor’s trash. I was in a hurry, see, because I spied a green metal chair I really wanted. My sweet little dog jumped up on the window ledge and engaged the automatic locks. Yes. She locked me out. Efficiently. Completely. My purse, my keys, my phone. All inside the car with the sweet dog. Me? Outside with my neighbor’s leavings. (I did find a really cool yard chair.) Fortunately, the neighbor also left wire hangers. We straightened one and waved to the fellow neighbors who now had to pull around my car in the street at they waved back and craned their necks, watching as we poked our weak little wire at the window casing. My neighbor, Jon, was kind enough to try his hand at the window. His wife, Kristin, was generous enough to keep us company with conversation. (Having a group around helped alleviate the embarrassment, as folks continued to drive past.) And then another trash picker pulled up. “I’m just looking for scrap metal,” he said, as he grabbed something from the neighbor’s pile and threw it in the bed of his truck. Truck. Metal. Well-formed hat. This guy is probably handy, I thought. And sure enough, he looked at all of us staring at him, and he said, “Oh, do you need help?”
Thank you, R.J.! After minutes of effort, you got my car unlocked — and saved me $75-$100 in locksmith fees. “I like to help people when I can,” he said, as he drove off into the sunset. Many, many thanks, R.J. 🙂
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