Oh, you guys. It finally happened.
I was all ready to head to Jamie's for the weekend. Had my bags packed, in the car, ready for take-off. I was excited to start the weekend with my honey. Start the car, try to back out of the driveway. And, I'm stuck.
I've been pretty beast at getting unstuck with Frances the Fucus (as I have so named my car) so I figured I could handle it. Put it in reverse, back slowly. Roll forward, hit the gas in reverse a little harder. Almost there! Roll forward, backward, still not unstuck. Make the mistake of turning my wheels. Over and over again, back and forth. I'm starting to get pissed. I begin my inner monologue. The snow isn't even that deep! What the fuck is wrong with me?! COME ON FRANCES, IT'S TIME TO GOOOO!
After like 10 minutes of this, I. Am. Pissed.
So I turn her off, get out, and in a much-too-dramatic flourish, I slam the car door. I stomp inside, looking for someone to take pity on me and just help me GET OUT OF THIS DAMNED DRIVEWAY.
Talk to my dad, he'll help! I'm instructed to go straighten my wheels and put salt under my tires.
I grab the bucket o' salt, head off to the car, and try to open the door. I try again. I know it's useless, but I check the passenger door and hatch just in case. But I know my car all too well.
I'm locked the fuck out.
With the keys in the ignition.
With my purse, wallet, cell phone, laptop, and overnight bag all trapped inside.
If you read my first post about OCD, you will find this ridiculous. How could I POSSIBLY lock myself out? Me, the girl who checks for her keys 50 times before leaving her car?
Well, it just so happens being super pissed off trumps OCD sometimes.
I was ready to throw a 3 year old cataclysmic fit. I don't have spare keys! Every time I want to get one they tell me it's gonna be uber expensive because it's chipped. So I don't have a spare set. Dad and I tried to get in with the wire hanger trick but to no avail. I had to call a tow truck and tell them what an IDIOT I am.
15 minutes later, guy shows up, gets in my car in like 2 seconds. I write him a check for 30 dollars (I should have written "utter stupidity" in the memo line). Then he starts backing out of the driveway as I try to get unstuck. I'm in better spirits now that I've safely recovered my belongings, but I'm still stuck. Really stuck. And no one is here to help me anymore. /cry
Guy pulls slowly back into the driveway, jumps out with his tow strap, and pulls me to freedom. He looks at my back window and points to my WMU sticker. "Fellow alumni, have a nice day!" he says as he jumps back in the truck and heads off.
Yes, that's right. My college education just saved me another 20 bucks to have this guy pull me out of my own driveway.
Thousands of dollars well spent.
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