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I was going to sell two skin jackets to a second hand shop, so I decided to take the car instead of the bus, because I didn't want to drag those jackets on the bus. It had been snowing all night, so I opened the car door, put my stuff in the passenger seat, and went back out to clean the windows. When I was done, I couldn't get the door open - I had managed to press down the lock button when I reached into the car with all my stuff!
I went into the retiring home next door, to borrow a phone, since my cellular and my keys and everything were locked in in the damned car. The staff at the home were a bunch of grumpy guys that looked like they'll be the next to star in a documentary about abuse of power in the workplace or something. They very gracefully allowed me to use their phone, provided I sat in the corridor instead of int he living room - perhaps they were afraid that something as astonishing as a stranger visiting would upset the old folks in their daily routine of watching TV?
The first locksmith I called was busy, and adviced me to call the police. Great idea, I thought, as the police wouldn't charge me a fortune to help me out. Unfortunately, the police haven't helped people who've been locked out of their cars for the past 15 years. They told me to call a tow truck company.
Did I mention that it was a lot of snow? The tow truck was swamped with work, among other things a traffic accident, but he promised to show up eventually. I went outside, as I had had quite enough of the old folks' home by now. I waited for almost half an hour, and no-one came.
Finally, I got this bright idea - the trunk! I never bother locking the trunk. I never bother locking the front door either, but that's because the lock is broken after last time someone broke into my car. I managed to get the trunk open, so I could crawl into the backseat of my car, open the door, crawl back out, and then get into the car. I decided to not wait for the tow truck, because a) I was TERRIBLY late for my lecture, and b) he'd probably charge me a lot of money even though he didn't get to help me, so I drove off, glad that I hadn't left any info to the tow truck guy regarding my name or the license number of my car or anything that could help him trace me and charge me.
I drove to the second hand shop first, I'll admit - I figured I'd make it just in time for the second part of the lecture that way. (Our lectures are always seperated in two parts, so we can get a 15 minute break in the middle of it, to get coffee and stretch our legs.) The shop didn't want my jackets - said they were either too old or not old enough, and the quality wasn't good enough. Le sigh.
I went to school, but as I was going to put money in the parking metre, I saw that there was only about half an hour left of my lecture, so I gave up and drove home. I almost drove right into a crazy guy who came charging in too high speed on a 4-wheel motorcycle or whatever that thing was. I hit the horn and made a certain gesture at him, but he just smiled with his eyebrows at the same level as his hair, as if he couldn't understand what my problem was, he was just having fun, man!
I'm going to bed now. I'm SO taking the bus tomorrow morning!
I went into the retiring home next door, to borrow a phone, since my cellular and my keys and everything were locked in in the damned car. The staff at the home were a bunch of grumpy guys that looked like they'll be the next to star in a documentary about abuse of power in the workplace or something. They very gracefully allowed me to use their phone, provided I sat in the corridor instead of int he living room - perhaps they were afraid that something as astonishing as a stranger visiting would upset the old folks in their daily routine of watching TV?
The first locksmith I called was busy, and adviced me to call the police. Great idea, I thought, as the police wouldn't charge me a fortune to help me out. Unfortunately, the police haven't helped people who've been locked out of their cars for the past 15 years. They told me to call a tow truck company.
Did I mention that it was a lot of snow? The tow truck was swamped with work, among other things a traffic accident, but he promised to show up eventually. I went outside, as I had had quite enough of the old folks' home by now. I waited for almost half an hour, and no-one came.
Finally, I got this bright idea - the trunk! I never bother locking the trunk. I never bother locking the front door either, but that's because the lock is broken after last time someone broke into my car. I managed to get the trunk open, so I could crawl into the backseat of my car, open the door, crawl back out, and then get into the car. I decided to not wait for the tow truck, because a) I was TERRIBLY late for my lecture, and b) he'd probably charge me a lot of money even though he didn't get to help me, so I drove off, glad that I hadn't left any info to the tow truck guy regarding my name or the license number of my car or anything that could help him trace me and charge me.
I drove to the second hand shop first, I'll admit - I figured I'd make it just in time for the second part of the lecture that way. (Our lectures are always seperated in two parts, so we can get a 15 minute break in the middle of it, to get coffee and stretch our legs.) The shop didn't want my jackets - said they were either too old or not old enough, and the quality wasn't good enough. Le sigh.
I went to school, but as I was going to put money in the parking metre, I saw that there was only about half an hour left of my lecture, so I gave up and drove home. I almost drove right into a crazy guy who came charging in too high speed on a 4-wheel motorcycle or whatever that thing was. I hit the horn and made a certain gesture at him, but he just smiled with his eyebrows at the same level as his hair, as if he couldn't understand what my problem was, he was just having fun, man!
I'm going to bed now. I'm SO taking the bus tomorrow morning!
