I’ve got a homegrown Friday Funnies for you today. At least, it is funny to me now—but not so much in the moment.
It began last week when Mike got into a small car accident. (No, that’s not the funny part. It doesn’t come until much later.) He was fine, but the car had to be serviced for a few days. The insurance company got us a rental car and we’ve been driving it all week.
Well, yesterday I took the girls out in the lovely rental—with all its unfamiliar buttons and gadgets—to Panera to get some bread for dinner. It was a chilly day—not excessively cold, but a good night to enjoy warm bread for dinner
Upon arriving at the restaurant, I popped the trunk to get my stroller and hopped out of the car, closing the door behind me. I pulled the stroller around to get MJ out of her carrier, and discovered that her door was locked. No problem. I hurried around to the driver’s side to unlock her door—only now it was locked too! I tried every door. All locked.
Somehow—and I’m still not sure how—I had managed to lock both my daughters in the car. I stood, staring helplessly at my cell phone and keys, both inside my purse on the passenger seat. Frantically, I started planning my next move.
This was a rental car and we had no spare key. I couldn’t leave the girls to go make a call inside the restaurant. So I looked around for the first person that happened to pass by. Just as I was ready to flag down a guy in the parking lot, I looked up—and who “just happened” to walk out of the Panera door? My mother-in-law!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I called out to her and she rushed over with her cell phone. I immediately called the police who transferred me to the fire department. Within five minutes I heard the sirens and a huge fire truck with four firemen pulled up—lights and all. They had my babies out within a few minutes.
After our little drama, we girls trooped into Panera and I tried to pretend that no one was staring at me. We got some treats to aid us in our recovery from the trauma of the experience.
Today I’m still driving the rental car, but you can be sure I’m putting that key in my pocket every time I get out of the car!