why I'm thankful to live in the inner city:

I was at an inner city clinic getting a doctors checkup earlier today because it is required for us to be licensed foster parents.

well, for the 9 billionth time in my life, I locked my keys in my car.

In the waiting room I asked the maintenence man if he could help me get my keys.

"I'll go take a look at it" he said, and dissappeared outside to check it out.

Within 5 minutes he returned with my keys.

The car door was covered with salt from the road, and there was not a fingerprint anywhere on the door or window. How did he do it? No coat hangers, no sign of a struggle, no slim jim.

I don't know, but he sure seemed to know what he was doing.

I'm just glad that any time I lock my keys in my car, someone standing nearby can usually get into my car within 3 minutes. Not to stereotype people: that's just been my experience here.

Kinda makes you want to get a car alarm, doesn't it?

posted by Chaddo 2/10/2007 02:51:00 PM

Comments:

What ever happened to the "club"?

# posted by  Matthew : 9:51 AM

 

Did that invention noe survive the 90's or what?

# posted by  Matthew : 9:52 AM

 

yea i guess the club could help but not if they're breaking in to steal your phone, your radio, your wife's purse, and the $3.23 sitting on the dashboard.

# posted by  Anonymous : 9:57 AM

 

touche.

# posted by  Matthew : 10:13 AM

 

Thanks for writing this.

# posted by  Anonymous : 1:29 AM

 

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