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Yesterday morning I got out of the house early to go to a church yard sale that I have gone to before. I had a piece of cheese with coffee to take my morning pills. There was an indoor room with a lot of stuff and I made a pile, paid (extra then what they were asking) and took my bag out to the car to wrap the glassware. Opened the rear hatch and wrapped everything in newspaper, closed the hatch to go back for a chair I had convinced myself I had to have. Realized my keys are in the locked car because I had laid them down instead of putting them back in my pocket. FU@K!!! My purse, with my phone is also in the car. (I carry a change purse when I am junkin/thrifting)
One gentleman that was working the sale offered another gentleman his truck so he could go home and get tools to break into my car. Long story short- my Terrain is difficult to break into! The one gentleman offered to drive me home so that I could get the spare key. The only problem is that the only spare house key is with a friend and I am not sure she is home and of course, my phone is locked in the car. They called St Mary's sheriffs office and were told unless there is a child in the car, they won't respond. I know a locksmith in Lusby and asked them to look up his #. Instead they called a tow truck driver affiliated with the church and he shows up, puts a wedge like thing in the door and it unlocks. Of course, the alarm goes off and one guy climbs in and over the back seat to retrieve the keys from the back! I didn't see the name of the tow truck driver- I wanted to pay him. The two gentleman said I didn't owe anything since it happened at the church.
The ironic thing is, I never feel the need to lock my car when I go to their thrift store and sales. The other thing is- I kept telling myself to carry my phone and did not. SIGH And FWIW, I have NEVER locked my keys in any vehicle I have owned.
The help these guys and others offered restored my faith in people. The one gentleman, Lee, and I spoke about our lives and the way of the world today. He was so nice. I had tears in my eyes when I left.
I plan to drop off a check at their thrift store the next time I go and a card with my thanks for everyone's kindness and concern.
P.S. I did go back and get the chair!
One gentleman that was working the sale offered another gentleman his truck so he could go home and get tools to break into my car. Long story short- my Terrain is difficult to break into! The one gentleman offered to drive me home so that I could get the spare key. The only problem is that the only spare house key is with a friend and I am not sure she is home and of course, my phone is locked in the car. They called St Mary's sheriffs office and were told unless there is a child in the car, they won't respond. I know a locksmith in Lusby and asked them to look up his #. Instead they called a tow truck driver affiliated with the church and he shows up, puts a wedge like thing in the door and it unlocks. Of course, the alarm goes off and one guy climbs in and over the back seat to retrieve the keys from the back! I didn't see the name of the tow truck driver- I wanted to pay him. The two gentleman said I didn't owe anything since it happened at the church.
The ironic thing is, I never feel the need to lock my car when I go to their thrift store and sales. The other thing is- I kept telling myself to carry my phone and did not. SIGH And FWIW, I have NEVER locked my keys in any vehicle I have owned.
The help these guys and others offered restored my faith in people. The one gentleman, Lee, and I spoke about our lives and the way of the world today. He was so nice. I had tears in my eyes when I left.
I plan to drop off a check at their thrift store the next time I go and a card with my thanks for everyone's kindness and concern.
P.S. I did go back and get the chair!
That's one of the better ignored features on Fords.
