This morning I had a couple little errands to run. I started out by stopping to drop some bills in one of the big blue mailboxes. I pulled into a handicap spot (which I never do...but the parking lot was empty and it was the closest spot to the mailbox), jumped out and put my letters in. When I returned to the car after my 20 seconds away I realized I had locked the keys in the car and my KIDS.
So I tell Garret he has to undue his seat belt and unlock the car. He laughs. I ask again....and again....and again. Finally he starts to try. He can't get it and after a few minutes of me encouraging him he looks up with tears in his eyes and says "I just can't do it".
Luckily a really nice man (there were a lot of people that just gave me weird looks for talking to my car) stopped and offered to let me use his cell phone. I called a couple friends but didn't get a hold of them. So I call 911 (I didn't know who else to call...it was so lame too because I was so close to home). They said they would send a police man as soon as possible.
As soon as possible turned into 45 minutes (let me mention that it was not warm this morning - low 20's). I stood by my car and waited, occasionally telling the kids to stop kicking each other. In the end it worked out well...apparently police officers only help with locked cars if there are kids involved, otherwise I would have had to call a locksmith and they charge. He didn't say anything about the handicap spot and he even gave the kids a sticker. Garret thought he was awesome and he says he might like to grow up and be a "police rescuer" when he grows up and save people from locked cars. He recommend that I be more careful and we all went on our way.
I was thoroughly embarrassed and wished that I could rewind and undue that hour of my life...