AAA > Random Car Jacker

Last night, this happened.

For the second time in my life, I locked my keys in my car.  I almost never do this, mostly because I stick to the same routine intuitively. I don't notice, but I always do the same things with my keys and purse and all that when I get in and out of the car. Then I obsessively check for my keys anyway before locking the doors.

But last night, after derby, I was pumping gas and it was cold and I was starving, so I decided to run into the gas station/McDonalds for some grub, or at least a coffee.  I had my wallet under my arm, so I locked the doors to keep my car safe in that not-great neighborhood up by Bush Airport, and headed inside.  As soon as I ordered my Hot and Spicy McChicken (note to self: never again!), I realized what I had done.

My phone was in the car too, but the nice gas station attendant let me use the store phone to call Rob and then AAA, which was a much-needed gift from my Dad last year.  The worst part was being bored in the gas station (which had NO magazines for sale) while I smelled like derby (ew) and froze in my short sleeves and skating skirt.

The AAA guy arrived rather promptly after a large coffee and my second Hot and Spicy McChicken (note to self: NEVER AGAIN!).  While I watched him try to unlatch my door, a random dude walked up to me and got right in my face (a close talker, Seinfeld style) and said:  "Baby girl, Ida done that for free to take you to dinner."

Because that was a really strange offer, (and I was wondering about the logistics, like: you mean, you could break into my car right now?) I sort of laughed and said something like, "I think we've got it covered, thanks."

He continued with the same line again and again, offering to break into my car for free if I'd go to dinner, baby girl, despite my insisting that I had a husband and that my car door was already open, thank you.  I managed to make it out of there alive and date-free.

The kicker was that when I finally got home around 11pm and went to take a shower, I realized that grease paint I wore during the championship game on my face had transferred to the inside of my helmet, which retransferred to my face.  So the whole time I was hanging around waiting for AAA and being baby-girled, my forehead was black.

I am a classy, classy broad.