First the back story.
My husband and I went to a church leadership training in Lawton on Sunday afternoon. Daryl drove my car and I worked on a plarn sleeping mat during the trip to the church in Lawton, about 22 miles from our house.
The workshops were quite good. It was held at Centenary UMC, a warm, friendly, comfortable church. The best thing about Centenary is their coffee. They make Douwe Egberts coffee from syrup in a Douwe Egberts commercial coffee maker. Oh, my! It's good, even the decaf.
Daryl chose Safe Sanctuary and Prepare for Disaster classes. I went to a Prayer Ministry class led by Nancy Horton, wife of our District Superintendent, and then a Community Garden class led by Terry Koehn, pastor of St. Paul's UMC, where I learned not only about creating a community garden but also made a pot out of newspaper and planted a bean seed. Will it grow is yet to be seen.
Daryl drove home again, I was still crocheting and drinking a last cup of Douwe Egberts decaf. We pulled into our driveway, Daryl got out and I moved into the driver's seat so I could go to school and finish the school newsletter.
But then, when the newsletter was done, I went out to my car and discovered I didn't have my keys. Back in the library to search for them, they were nowhere to be found. I looked around the car and on the sidewalk but didn't find them there either. My purse with my spare keys was locked inside the car. I felt like crying. "How can I be so stupid?"
Good grief! It was 8:00 on a Sunday night. I decided to call AAA to ask when they could send someone out. I had my account number written in my datebook (which thankfully wasn't in my purse) but not AAA's phone number. I called my daughter to check for the number on her AAA card (mine was in my wallet, in my purse, in my car). 1-800-AAA-HELP. I should have known that.
I called the number and talked to a really nice lady whose first response was, "Are you in a safe location?" I told her I was at home in my living room and she sounded genuinely relieved. She got my information and I expected her to tell me that they don't send people out to unlock cars on Sunday nights. Stupidity does have its drawbacks. But instead, she asked for the location of my car and said she'd have someone there soon. Really? I was surprised.
There were two guys. One used to play basketball for Tipton so he'd been to the school before. His helper attended Job Corps and we knew people in common. They had their car thief tool inside my window before I got to the car.
"Can you open your locked car door from the inside without unlocking it?"
10 seconds later he had my door open. What a relief. There were my keys, laying on the passenger seat. I must have dropped them when I picked up my school keys. Tipton boy got my AAA number and then headed back to Frederick via the base line. I DROVE home.
What seemed very traumatic just a couple of hours earlier was now resolved and everything back to normal. And no one called me stupid, except for me.