Weekly lesson #1: the keys to success

I learned two valuable things this week about how to deal with locks. The first things I learned is that I should lock my car with the remote thing instead of by hitting the lock button, because when I arrive at work in the morning and have not yet had any coffee, I may find myself tucking my keys in my jacket pocket and then tossing the jacket on the front seat of the car as I close the door. The second thing I learned, just a few hours after realizing that my keys were locked in my car, is that when I am having problems with the bolt lock sticking, I should take my husband's key to said lock away from him. Otherwise, he will find a way to get the bolt locked, but no one else will be able to get it to unlock and he will be at a nightime school event (unable to leave because he is running the thing) and I will be sitting on my front steps with three kids, one parent, and two in-laws waiting for a locksmith to arrive.


Blogger Peeved Michelle said...

I have to put my keys in my purse and say to myself, "Keys in purse," every time I leave the car.

5/18/2006 3:40 PM  

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