Mar 7, 2013
The importance of keys and a damsel in distress
The weather forecasters predicted snow, lots of it. The lady thought that she should go and fill up the car and also buy some gas for the snow blower. It was cold and dark when she left. The gas station was only three blocks from her house. Before you knew it she would be back home and in her bed. She put on her coat, grabbed her purse and off she went. The gas station was busy when she arrived. She pulled up to the pump and got out of the car. Carefully she filled the container for the snow blower with gas and then the tank of the car. When she turned around to get back in to the car she noticed that the car doors were locked. She lifted the handle to the door anyway, hoping that somehow she would still be able to get in. Her spare keys were in the purse that lay on the passenger seat. "What am I going to do", she asked herself. She starred at the locked door for a long time hoping that somehow it would magically open. But no magic happened. Before panic could set it, she went inside the gas station, hoping for help. The attendent gave her his phone and she called the police. "Sorry, Ma'am, the police cannot help you, you need to call a locksmith or a tow truck." she was told. She found a number for a locksmith and called them. They would be out within an hour's time. "You cannot cancel", he stressed. "Why would I cancel? Those keys are my only way to get into the house or my car!", she exclaimed. It was cold, very cold as she waited patiently for her savior to arrive. Her lips began to chap and her knees started knocking from the cold. After about an hour the saviour drove up in a purple 4x4. He grabbed all of his tools and commenced to try and open the door for the lady. Oh, he should have been quick, but wasn't. "Trust me, I know what I am doing", the savior told the lady. After his third try, the door opened. The lady cheered. She paid the saviour $60.00 for rescuing her. Then she drove home, hoping to never make this kind of mistake again.