Locked Out

Just been thinking about those times when I do something really stupid and embarassing. Sad, I know :) But then I look back on them and it was such fun. Or, at the very least, a story to tell. The first one that comes to mind was in the Fall of senior year.

We decided to go to all the football games that year and I was driving this particular week in September. So, we drove around for a half hour or so to pick everyone up-haha, always great fun! The football game was at home, thank goodness really, and had already started when I parked the car. I hate being late for things so I am going to say that was why I stepped out of my car, locked the door, and started walking without a second thought. If it hadn't been for one friend getting her jacket caught in the door, we probably would have just walked into the game. As I laughed at her misfortune I reached for my keys, normally hooked to my beltloop, and they weren't there. Within seconds I realized not only were they still in my car but still in the ignition.

Not my brightest moment.

Now, my car has locks that have to be pushed down manually. I have a habit of reminding everyone to lock their doors when we get out of the car. This came from experience of siblings and friends not locking the door-which worries me. Not only that, but one friend in particular is very lax about such things and one time we came back to the car and not only was the door unlocked but open, though only cracked, with the window partly rolled down...

So, as we stepped out of the car at the high school I went though the list: Lock your doors, roll up your windows, CLOSE the door.... I may have even thrown in 'leave the seatbelt in the car' as that was once an issue as well. I regreted saying all that about thirty seconds later. The irony is that everyone really did everything that time and we had no way to get back into my car.

I called my dad, extremely worried as to how he would take it. Though, I'm pretty sure I laughed through the whole conversation. My parents were still worried about how having friends in the car affected my driving and this wasn't helping. So, the four of us stood there, one attached to the car, watching for my dad's silver truck and listening to the roar from the stadium and the depressing hum of my stationwagon. We live close to the school but it seemed to take forever. Only one group of people walked by-thankfully. They didn't have any bobby pins-as someone had the idea to try and break in. It didn't work :)

My dad came, unlocked the car, we got my keys out and my friend's jacket freed from the door. We were only twenty or so minutes late for the game and my parents were surprisingly calm. I got a lot of crap about it though, for several months. Every time I got out of my car, alone or with someone else, I held up my keys and looked to make sure they were in my hand as I locked and closed my car door. I don't worry so much now, I've had a year and a half without incident, but it is one of those stories that I just have to laugh at. I almost wish more things like that happened...