March 3rd was my birthday. I drove to Salt Lake by myself. I drove to Salt Lake by myself to see the Cardiologist. I drove to Salt Lake by myself to see the Cardiologist and locked the keys in the car. I drove to Salt Lake by myself to see the Cardiologist and locked the keys in the car, on my birthday. (Everything at the appointment went well) It was the part when I tried to leave, so I could join Spencer again for birthday festivities, that was the bad part. I left the parking garage and headed back to the hospital. I retraced my steps and eventually saw the key (our last spare) on the front seat. After a couple of phone calls some roadside assistance was there to help me. I have done this once (or ten times) before.
So when the guy (Kevin) came I thought, "Perfect, I'll be out of here in just a second..." But then he got out some weird gadgets. Things I had never seen before. He pulled out some bendy stick and duct tape. He ripped some duct tape off and rolled it into a little ball that he put on the end of the stick. A couple minutes later he pulled it out and replaced it with a fresh ball because the last one had "lost it's stickiness." Then I asked Kevin, "what about those things you just slip down the side of the door, jiggle a little and presto- you're in?" He told me something about how "those things" (also known as SlimJims) can cause wiring problems or set off the side airbags. So I waited. And waited, and waited... He managed to pop the trunk with his bendy stick-but then I told him the back seat doesn't fold down. Then he got some bright idea to send some copper wire down there with a little lasso tied on the end. If he could just get the lasso around the key, tighten the loop and pull it out, I would be on my way. After many attempts the key finally made its way out of the car.
Before I left I asked, "What do you do if the keys are in a purse, the ignition, or no where to be seen?" He replied, "I've never failed yet..." walking away as if his parting phrase was inspiring. When I joined Spencer we enjoyed some delectable PF Changs, and he told me that we can officially celebrate my birthday all week (which has been great so far). I told him the story about Kevin over dinner and we both just laughed. Kevin is officially off our list of baby names.