I never finished telling what happened after I locked my keys in my car last weekend.
I discovered the error of my ways at 4:00 PM on Saturday. My first choice was to dial 911. That's when I learned the cops wouldn't come unless there was a baby inside or the engine was running.
Insead I asked the cops not to tow me. Ever helpful, they put me in touch with the locksmith who couldn't come until Monday.
The next morning I returned with a hammer to break one of the windows. I have twelve windows to choose from on my Jeep. I figured I needed my windshield. And there were heat sensors in the back window that had to cost a lot of money. Trying to be logical, I whittled my choices down to the four smallest windows.
In the end I chose the very smallest window to break because I could reach into the car and get to my keys the easiest that way. Without having cold air or street debris flying in my face while I drove to get it fixed.
All this decision making took a nanosecond or two, which was longer than it took to break in. I put a piece of plastic over the window and hit it at about half speed. All I succeeded in doing was making a lot of noise. The second hit got the full force of whatever's left of my softball arm and suddenly I had hundreds of tiny glass particles all over the front seat, floor, console, and it turns out, my butt, since I sat in some.
Big mistake. I picked THE MOST EXPENSIVE window of the whole bunch to break. But that's how my decision making tends to go. Usually if I've made a decision that turns out to be a mistake I can just make another decision to undo it. Not this time.
Turns out I should have had the car towed to my mechanic who could then use a funny sounding balloon like instrument to open the door for me. But I didn't know this until I brought it in, plus I couldn't even call him to ask for advice because he closes at 1:00 PM on Saturdays. Did I mention the window I broke is more expensive to fix than being towed?
There must be an addendum to Murphy's Law which says that not only will all things go wrong that can possibly go wrong, but this will always occur on Saturday afternoons after closing time.
Meanwhile, what a nice new window I'm gonna have.