I was supposed to take pictures this morning at a church that hired me to update their stock images. I’m now stranded at my house with my keys locked in my car and the door handle broken off.
No–I’m not so stupid that I tried to open my door even though it was locked. I’ve had something wrong with my car for the last couple years where the latch sometimes catches and holds firm even if the door is “unlocked.” I can usually get it to open with the swift, quick yank–a pull only I know how to execute.
Well, I finally yanked a bit too hard this morning and it snapped.
The reason my keys are in the car, which happens to be running now while I wait for the wrecker, is that I hopped in and started it up, then realized I needed to scrape my windows for the first time of the fall, and climed out to do so. My unlocked door shut behind me and decided it didn’t want to reopen.
And I can’t find my spares. Probably in the car.
Oh–and the church already knows about this. We rescheduled.
