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Jun 23, 2003 14:23

Today I locked my keys inside my car while parked next to the vacuum hoses at one of those do-it-yourself car washes. I didn't feel like paying some jack ass $50 to use his coathanger to open my door ... so I went into Think Mode.

"Must get in car. Car doors are locked. Trunk is locked. Can't break window because hoodlums at apartment would take my garbage, plus windows cost money. The only way in is through the sun roof. The sun roof is broken, stuck in a semi open position. You can poke a stick through the crack in my sunroof. I need a stick. Where are the sticks? Look, there's a fence. There are stakes in the ground. I have the stake. This stake is muddy and gross. I need something to clean it up with before I poke it through my half broken sun roof. There is a sock stuck in my half broken sunroof to keep water from pouring into my car when it rains. I have the sock. I've cleaned the stake with my sock. I will now poke the stake through my half broken sunroof and press the unlock button on my car door. I've pressed the button. This isn't working. I can not unlock my car this way. It is a safety mechanism that my car can not be electronically unlocked from the inside. I have to pull my sun roof open and get in my car. This is hard. I can not do this. Someone must help me rip open my sun roof. Good ... someone is helping me rip open my sunroof. I am standing on my car looking though my pried open sunroof. I'm going into my car head first. I am opening the door with my hand from the inside. The door is open. The alarm is sounding. I have my keys."

We even managed to get my sunroof clamped back onto my car so that it's once again half broken. I suppose that's better than being completely open all the time.
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