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I had one more episode with keys locked in a car; me and three mates got a hire car and drove over to Wales one December for a photography trip. From the Beacons we carried on back up to Gloucester and parked up by a dual carriageway to try some long exposure shots of traffic. Get back to car, and we all stick our coats in the boot before getting in the car.
I think most people are ahead of me at this point.
So, Rick, who'd been driving, says, "right, who's got the keys?" Everyone looks at everyone else, and we all look at Rick, and point out that, as he'd been driving, he had the keys. "No, I haven't", he says.
"Well, none of us had them, you must have them in your pocket" " Oh, yes, they're in my coat pocket"
"And where's your coat now?"
"Oh, shit! It's in the boot, isn't it"
This is around 7pm on a cold, December Sunday evening, the garage back home in Chippenham is obviously closed, so no help there, and we found a phone box nearby, (80's, no mobile phones), and tried the police, with just a verbal shrug, nothing they could do.
Crap. We adjourn to the cold car, and debate. This is a saloon, not a hatch, so the boot is sealed off, but I noticed the parcel shelf had speaker grills, with round plastic popper fittings, (I'd been doing part-time selling in a HiFi shop that did car audio, so had a clue), and started prising the cardboard trim off.
As luck would have it, there were no speakers in the steel underneath, so while the others asked what the hell I was doing, I fished around and grabbed the first bit of cloth I could feel, and started hauling it out of the 6"x4" hole.
By sheer good luck, I'd got Rick, the hapless driver's coat, at first go, not only that, I'd caught the corner with the keys in the pocket!
You can imagine the relief, and the ragging he got, and still gets to this day.
He paid for the drinks up at the Air Balloon shortly after. 😀
Mate of mine took delivery of a new car, engine left running by the delivery driver
He spies a key in the centre console tray and takes it back into his company reception "because the deivery driver left it and will be back for it"
Drives 145 miles, pushes the engine stop button. Reaches around the steering column for the key fob thingy to remove it from its slot. Nothing there.
How he laughed as he contemplated keyless ignition
CZ's story was far too positive for this thread, but timba's... Spot-on!
"You got your end mate?"
"Aye, got it".
Smash. Cue a very broken display cabinet.
Never say you do when you don't!
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"BTW – if there is an SEC filing about your deployment something may have gone terribly wrong"
Mushroom season - having just drank a couple of cups of particularly potent mushroom tea, and going outside to chat to the lads next door, the door shut behind me, locking me out.
Option 1 - get in the car and race 14 miles across the city to my folks, get a spare key and get back without becoming a dribbling mess, or freaking out at my folks house. Car keys were in my pocket
Option 2 - bust the window and open the door
option 3 use a hasp to reach through the letter box and turn the yale lock...thankyou handy man neighbour next door.
"not to worry mate, that would have been a shit trip knowing you are locked out"
Driving along the A14 to the coast. It is blowing a hoolie and I have my nice new shortboard and carbon mast on top of the car (sails etc inside).
Massive gust hits the car, crack! The board flies off the roof (safety rope on the front of the car snaps) and into the patch of an artic. Lots of smoke and swerving, lights flashing, horns etc. OMG someone's going to die!!!!!! F, Fk, F***!
In a nano second, my board and mast disappear under the lorry and are spat out onto the side of the road. I manage to retrieve them and strap the debris to the roof. Then I spot the damage to the roof of my (new) car.
It seems that when the gust hit, the clamps on the roof bars turned to cheese and straightened out. Moral of that story - never buy Paddy Hopkirk roof bars, they are (were) rubbish.
All in all a very expensive day of (not) sailing.
Seems like a lot of us geeks make a similar error.
1 month into my first IT job, root of the O/S on Portsmouth University's mainframe:
Del *.*;*
Ulp. Quick, grab the backup tape for me!
Last week, did a partial ride to work, parking my (new) car 6 miles up the road (about 10 from home).
Get to work, time for shower.. er, where are my keys? That's the last time I put them in the mesh side pocket of my rucksack.
Probably the worst one though, hearing the words coming out of a bloke's mouth from downstairs: "Hellooo, I'm home early" ...
It seems that when the gust hit, the clamps on the roof bars turned to cheese and straightened out. Moral of that story - never buy Paddy Hopkirk roof bars, they are (were) rubbish.All in all a very expensive day of (not) sailing.
Are you sure you can't speak to Mr Hopkirk about the quality of his 'bars? I'd be round there like a shot, box in his his Mini and bellow:
"OI! HOPKIRK, NOOOOO! What are you going to do about this then?"