This could only happen to me.
Or can you relate?
I got home Wednesday morning after my daily trip to the gym and parked the pickup in our garage.
I grabbed my water bottle, which I refill and put in the garage fridge, and my truck keys as I got out.
For some reason, I thought better of it and slipped the keys back into the ignition.
Then I locked the door and closed it all in one motion.
Ever had one of those moments where you dumbly stare at something and say to yourself, "Did I just do what I think I did?"
Yep.
A tug on the door handle was all I needed to confirm as much.
Great.
Even better was the realization my spare set of keys was ... inside the truck, too.
After a brief panic attack, I called AAA and explained my predicament.
Help will be at the house by 10 a.m., I was told.
Cool. Could've been worse, given my stupidity.
So I took a quick shower and was toweling off when the doorbell rang.
Can't be.
I opened the door.
It was!
AAA locksmith Jeff "Whiskey" Harrell was on the scene.
Not 10 minutes had gone by since my phone call.
Man, I told him, that's what I call service.
Harrell said he was in the neighborhood when he got the message.
Then we went into the garage, he popped the lock, and I was good to go.
Wednesday was getting off to a good start afterall.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
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