Today I locked my keys in my car at a gas station. Fuck. However, for once I kept my head about me and didn't panic, call my father and start to cry (partially because my cell phone was in the car with my keys but that is a minor detail). However, I think that the main reason that I didn't freak out is because of the gas station attendants and the locksmith that came to my rescue.
I am not ashamed to admit that sometimes I am a damsel in distress. Every now and then I need the help of another (not neccessarily a man) to get me out of a sticky situation. Every now and then you need to embrace your helplessness and 'believe in the kindness of strangers.'
good job!
ReplyDeleteif that ever happens again, you can call AAA (your CAA membership transfers over, assuming you still have it). they'll send someone to come get your car open for free!
That's what I did! I'm not as dumb as you think big brother!
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