It snowed this morning! Somewhere around an inch, maybe a little less. Great big flakes then becoming more like flurries. I was leaving work, heading home for the beginning of my four-day weekend, when catastrophe struck. I unlocked my car, put my lunch bag and planner in, took out my scraper, and started the car. Then I shut the door and proceeded to begin to remove the ice and snow from my windows. It completed my task and went to open the door but, alas, it was locked. As was the other door. My car's brilliant automatic locking system had caught me. I was so upset because I hadn't made a mistake or done anything wrong. I guess now I'll be sure to unlock the car or leave a door open when I'm scraping the windows. So anyway, I went back inside, wandered around the building and procured a long piece of flimsy wire. However, it was too flimsy to enter the car and be much good so I surrendered to the locksmith. He arrived 20 minutes later and it took him like all of 30 seconds to unlock the door. I guess it pays to have the right tools!
PS - Happy Thanksgiving! And in case you're wondering, Abby does have a set of keys but she doesn't have a car. :-(