locked out

Its a little fustrating when I get out of work and realize that I don't have my car keys. Where are they? On my dashboard,just hanging out laughing at me. All the fellow co-workers and the security guard huddled around my truck armed with iron hangers and flashlights and anything else that was laying around. All poking and prying at my chariot. It was a sight to see. At one point I even had two guys up on my truck. One on the roof the other on my hood.I don't know which was worse, my car being locked or the crap all over my car that was visible to everyone. My junk mail and empty water bottles were center stage. Its a good thing I didn't have dirty underpants or worse. In the end five to one... Dora won. Then just like the time before, my sister came to my rescue. Accompanied by her boyfriend this time. Once again, with my husband's keys in hand, she saved the day. Jim stayed after everyone else left to make sure I got home alright. Note to self: make 2 spare keys and give one of them to sister. The other in a hide-a-key.