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Got A Spare Key?

June 23, 2009

Written Saturday, June 6, 2009

 

I would like to start this post by first saying that this post is not intended to make anyone look or feel bad in any way. This is merely a story that took place in our lives and is not intended to be anything more than a factual tale. Paula, this means you.

It is very rare that Paula gets the opportunity to come out to the resort and stay an entire weekend here because of her busy life at home. She spends a large amount of her weekend running Ryan to baseball practice, attending Ryan’s baseball games, working on side jobs she does for companies, running to or picking up Austin from a friends house, the list goes on and on and on. This particular weekend I was certainly looking forward too because Ryan and Austin were going to be with their dad at his house and my son Nick was going to be at his mother’s house so Paula was coming out to stay the whole weekend instead of just popping in and out when she could. The only child that would be with us this weekend was Logan so it was going to be a nice break.

Our good friends Terry and Leslie were joining us for the weekend as well and their camper is parked right next to ours. Terry always brings plenty of firewood to burn and his way cool golf cart for us to ride around the resort on.

I anxiously awaited everyone to get to the resort on Friday afternoon. Terry and Leslie were the first to arrive toting a weeks worth of firewood and their golf cart. I helped them setup camp, unload firewood from the back of Terry’s truck and get the golf cart off of Terry’s utility trailer. Just about the time we finished everything up, Terry decided it was time to take a ride around the resort on the golf cart. Terry hopped into the driver’s seat, I into the passenger seat and Leslie on the back seat. Terry turned the key to start the golf cart and up pulled Paula so we all unloaded ourselves from the cart to greet Paula.

Paula unloaded some clothes she had packed and got a few essentials and put it all away in the camper. Terry, Leslie, Logan and I all waited outside near the golf cart as we were all ready for a ride. Paula came out of the camper and we all hopped onto the golf cart with guys in the front and ladies in the back. Terry turned the key and started the golf cart but before Terry could put the cart in gear, Paula spoke up and said “Uh guys, I have some bad news that you aren’t going to like”. “I locked the keys in the car”. I looked at Terry and Terry looked at me. Terry reached forward and once again turned the key back to the off position so we could all pile off the cart.

The first question asked was the obvious by Terry, “do you have a spare key”? I knowing that she doesn’t let Paula answer. “No” she responded. We all walked over to the car and peered through the windows to look at the keys in the car’s ignition. They hung there motionless, almost taunting us as we gazed at them through the windows. Terry and I spotted the electric door locks on the drivers side handle. You could see the marbles starting to roll in me and Terry’s heads as we both began to think about how we were going to get them out.

Terry looked at me and asked “do you have a coat hanger”? I walked into the camper, opened up my closet and found one metal coat hanger. I took it back out to Terry and handed it to him and said “you aren’t going to hit that lock with a hanger”. “Look at where that door lock is”. Terry bent the crap out of the hanger until it looked somewhat like a tool. An “ohshitIlockedthekeysinthecar” tool is what I would call it if I had to give it a name. I pulled the door back as far as I could and held it there as Terry slid the hanger inside the car. He tried and tried and tried to hit the door lock as my fingers turned to little mushy nubbins but no luck. We stepped back from the car and all started talking about alternate methods for locked keys in the car retrieval. Calling and after hours professional key removal guy was talked about but that would be pretty expensive. Terry stopped us and said “let’s just take that ride on the golf cart we were going to take and worry about it more when we come back”. We all piled back onto the golf cart once again with guys in the front and ladies in the back. Terry started the golf cart and we were off like a wedding dress.

We tootled around the resort on the cart for a while and came across two families camping in tents on the “back 40” as we call it. We could see a lady walking closer and closer to the road as we drove closer and closer to the tents. It was pretty obvious that she wanted us to stop so when we got up to the tents, we pulled over. “Does one of you guys have a lighter” she asked. “Sure, I have a lighter” I responded and handed her my bic lighter. She lit her cigarette and handed my lighter back to me. One of the guys in the group spoke up and started a little chit chat with us. We all talked for a bit and one of us mentioned the keys being locked in the car back at the camper. The other guy whose name I can’t remember so for the purpose of the story from here on will be known as “Dave”, spoke up and asked “do you have a coat hanger”? “Yes” Terry and I responded at the same time. “We already tried that though” Terry said. Dave smiled and said “If you got a coat hanger, I can get it”. “I have done it a thousand times” he said rather cocky. “Sounds great, hop on” I said to him. Paula moved from the back seat and up onto my lap in the front. Dave took Paula’s seat in the back and his daughter and another boy jumped up onto his lap. We must have looked like the Beverly Hillbillies riding back to the camper with all of us riding on that little golf cart.

We arrived back at the camper and Dave immediately assessed the situation. He found the door locks through the tinted windows and said “aw, this is going to be easy”. Terry and I looked at each other from opposite sides of the car and we knew we were both thinking the same thing. “Yeah, if you say so Dave”. Dave asked for the hanger and Terry held the door back for him and he slid the hanger in and went to work. Knowing that Terry’s fingers were soon going to turn into mushy nubbins, I went to the camper and got a screwdriver out of my toolbox. I came back to the car and wedged the handle of the screwdriver between the door and the roof of the car. We all chose a window to peer through and watched master Dave work his magic.

 Dave worked and worked and worked at that door lock for an hour with no luck. He tried everything he could but just couldn’t get the lock to pop. He stopped and said “I can’t get it”. “I just can’t get enough of the lock to pop it with the hanger” he said. He had been beaten by the car. The man that said “this will be easy” has been beaten by the car.

Dave stepped away from the car and lit a cigarette to help him think a little more clearly. He walked around the car a couple times while he puffed on his Marlboro and then asked “does your back seat fold down”? “Not the whole seat but the center does” Paula responded. “Well, we could pop the lock on the trunk and send a little kid inside to unlock the door” Dave suggested. To me, this would be a good time to call a locksmith and be done with it. Yes, it would be a little on the expensive side but the keys would be out of the car and all would be good again. I remember thinking to myself, there is no way Paula is going to let them pop the lock out of the trunk lid to get the keys out of the car. I didn’t think this was a good idea at all.

Paula spoke up and asked “would the trunk still close”? Terry and Dave both agreed that the trunk would still shut but until the trunk lock was replaced, the trunk would have to be opened by the trunk release on the inside of the car. “Well if the trunk will still be able to open and close until the lock can be replaced then yes, let’s do it” Paula responded. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I just shook my head and thought its Paula’s car so whatever she decides is good with me. Terry walked over to the car door and unwedged the screwdriver out from the door. He asked for a hammer and someone brought him one from my toolbox. Terry assumed a Sumo wrestler stance, held the screwdriver to the trunk lock and began banging the crap out of the end of the screwdriver with the hammer.

An hour of people walking around this car, looking through the windows of the car, sticking screwdrivers in the door frame of the car, sticking metal hangers in the car has somehow sparked the curiosity of some other campers in the resort. After hearing and seeing a man in a Sumo wrestler position banging on the back of a trunk lid with a hammer and screwdriver with several people standing around watching was just too much to bear and they had to see what in the world was going on. Billy in the pop-up across the street walked over with his daughter and two grandkids, crazy Katy and blind Tommy as Billy and I call them walked over with their son and Custer from down the street in the late 1970’s Winnebago came over. I don’t know if Custer is his actual name or not but that’s what everyone calls him so I just joined the bandwagon.

What happens when you get six guys standing around with a job to be done? Six different opinions of how it should be done and each guy thinking that their way is of course the best way. Billy walked over to his truck and handed Terry a larger hammer to use because he was getting nowhere fast with the hammer he was using. Custer went back to his Winnebago and grabbed a cordless drill with a nice drill bit to drill the lock out and blind Tommy just watched as best as he could being legally blind. Crazy Katy his wife every once in a while would let blind Tommy know what was going on.

Terry took the sledgehammer from Billy and began to pound the screwdriver good and hard until the force put a nice big dent in the trunk lid. The lock however was totally unaffected. The lock was of course broken, but not out of the trunk lid. After the dent was put in the trunk lid, we all thought that it would be a good time to stop and come up with a new plan of attack. Just after stopping the banging of the lock, Dave’s seven year old son walks up to him and hands him a piece of firewood that was sitting under our camper to be burned later. Dave looks at the wood, holds it up to us and says “Well look at this”. “This would make for a perfect wedge for the door”.

Dave wedged the door open at the top of the door enough to slide all of your fingers inside the car. Dave grabbed the hanger again and began working his magic once again. Knowing that this would probably not work, I began to think of something else that could be used. I remembered Paula suggesting a marshmallow fork earlier in the night but it was too thick to get into the door when being held open with the screwdriver. Now that the door was open much wider, it would fit nicely. I went and got it out of the camper and handed it to Dave. “Here, try this” I said. Dave stuck the nice long marshmallow fork in and had the door unlocked in about 5 seconds. All was good and happiness was restored to the resort.

Moral of the Story: If you do not have a spare key for your car, for the love of all that is holy…..GET ONE!

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17 Comments leave one →
  1. June 23, 2009 3:54 PM

    Ha Ha Good one, Paula sure out did putting the battery on backwards.
    I like the expression not intended to be anything more than a factual tale.
    So how much did the lock & dent repair end up costing??? Michelle locked her keys in once out shopping on her own. Called a locksmith & it cost $80 for about 2 minutes work. Women should have spare keys hanging from their earings….
    That was a marathon story, feel like I just read war & peace.
    A resort with a GOLF COURSE???
    Sounds like you are having a great time, are you ever coming back????

    • Paula permalink
      June 23, 2009 9:52 PM

      I think he is coming back for a week on July 23rd. He stops at the house ever so often, mostly during stormly weather.

    • June 26, 2009 9:32 AM

      Hi Tony!

      I think Paula outdid me with that battery episode as well. LOL I haven’t done anything with the lock or dent yet. I’m sure it’s not going to be cheap though. There is no golf course at the resort. People just have golf carts out there to ride around on like up to the pool or up to the clubhouse. Easier than jumping into your car every time or walking.

      I am having a great time, thanks! I will be coming back for a bit around the 23rd of July.

  2. June 23, 2009 5:54 PM

    That sure can be frustrating, I remember locking the keys inside of Navars moms camper. I felt like I was going to lose my mind trying to figure out how to get into it. I had every tool you could think of thinking I was a master lock picker. No dice had to go to the dealership to get a master key. So I know the horrors of trying to get into a locked car or trailer. So does this mean that you guys are now even battery and key locked in the car. LOL :+)

    • Paula permalink
      June 23, 2009 9:51 PM

      There are plenty more stories to come, but I believe he is saving them for his blogs so I won’t spoil his fun.

    • June 26, 2009 9:34 AM

      Even? No, I think Paula outdid the battery incident with this little error. LOL

  3. June 23, 2009 7:11 PM

    Gary…..all I can say is….Any gray hairs, yet? LOL You are, in my opinion..entitled to a very special night out…if you ever do return home! Who knows what else is going to get lost out where you are now! LOL These will be the stories you tell your grandchildren, after Paula and the kids give you a whole head of gray hair!!! LOL ROFL 🙂 Hi to all!

    • Paula permalink
      June 23, 2009 9:50 PM

      Doraz, I can’t resist. He has plenty of gray hair (which he says are blond hairlights) and they are not from me or the kids)

    • June 26, 2009 9:35 AM

      No gray hairs, no. Just some blonde hairs coming in. 😉

  4. June 24, 2009 3:54 PM

    What a story! Excuse me, I’m going to go and get a spare key made now.

  5. Ina permalink
    June 24, 2009 3:59 PM

    I liked the story and I am a little closer to understanding American life in Summer 🙂

    • June 26, 2009 9:37 AM

      I’m glad you enjoyed Ina and thanks for dropping bye!

  6. June 25, 2009 12:53 PM

    uhhh did you go around the campsite to see if anybody had the same kind of camper? At least with popups the same brands have the same keys and unless you change the lock you could get into anybody’s camper that is the same make as yours. Just a thought :0 Your story was more entertaining though …I am going to remember that hotdog fork thing.

    🙂 yeah we are so def gonna have to come up there just for this kind of entertainment 🙂

  7. July 20, 2009 4:49 AM

    LOL that’s really funny!

    • July 21, 2009 11:21 AM

      Thanks Justin…..I’m glad you enjoyed the post. I also hope you have a spare key to your car? LOL

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