Just came from the car wash... it's a lovely day, bright, sunny, and I haven't had the car washed in a coon's age, so I figured it was time. I go to a local hand-wash, where I have a 10-pass card, so I might as well get it washed... after all, I've already paid for it, haven't I?
I pull into the line, gather up my miscellaneous "trash" that has collected in the car, and deposit it in the trash bins at the entrance, and pull into the building behind about four other cars, and another fifteen, or so, lined up behind me who've had the same "great idea".
I relinquish my car, leaving the keys in the ignition, to the fella holding his hand out... no problem, after all, where can he go with the car, there are four cars lined up ahead of us, and no way around them.
I make my way over to the office, have my card "punched", and retreat to the waiting area. I love watching them crawl over my car like ants, washing, spraying, wiping... I gotta tell you, there's not much that's better looking than a clean, shiny black car, glistening in the overhead lights.
I notice, oddly, there seem to be more ants crawling over my car than usual. Maybe I should put my glasses on. Hmm... they don't appear to be washing, spraying or wiping... what's going on? I meander over to the car, and the manager (I presume he's the manager, 'cause he's got a polo shirt on, instead of coveralls, and it has a monogram marked "Manager")... who looks up at me, a little ashen, and asks "Your car?", pointing to my Acura.
"Yep!", I say with pride... "It's mine."... it may be seven years old, but it still looks pretty good... and then I hear those dreaded words.... "We've locked the keys inside the car." ... "Do you have another set?" Dun, Dun, Dun......
"Well, yes... yes, I do" feeling pretty good about myself... until I realize that the second set is sitting comfortably in the car's console... inside.... the locked car.
So the ants are hard at work slim-jimming, coat hangering and sweating around my car. Nobody is washing the other cars... cause after all, they can't even get out of the building until my car moves.
I call Acura Roadside Assistance... I remember those commercials where someone opens the car via satellite. Unfortunately, Acura is not one of those cars... I sidle back to the waiting area, watching the assembly line of car washing come to a complete halt, as the brain trust of car washers, attempts to open my car.
Suddenly the air erupts in a cheer of Spanish, and my car door pops open, and the assembly line re-engages, my car moves to the front of the building as the ants are reinvigorated around and inside my car, cleaning, wiping, spraying... (I notice my keys are now hanging on the wall of the car-wash, on a hook marked "KEYS".... gee, I wonder why they instituted that policy!?)... I inspect the edge of the door, and the windows to make sure they haven't scratched my car or window in their attempt to unlock the car, and shortly I and my shiny car are out in the sunlight, cruising along Green Bay road toward the office.
I guess, for future, when I go to the car wash, I'll keep the second set of keys in my pocket. I guess I should take some solace in the fact that they weren't able to unlock the car easily... it took them about 20 minutes.. But my Acura Alarm system, didn't deter them... in fact it didn't even go off once, while they poked and prodded my baby.
Phew, I'm exhausted... I need a nap.