The other night, I was driving down Geneva Road when my car made a really weird noise. This made me nervous, considering I was driving down a part of road with no lights, and it was getting kind of late. I pulled over at a well lit gas station and got out to inspect my car. This would all have been fine and dandy, but when I got out, my habit of locking the doors before I shut my door, kicked in. It seemed like slow motion as I flipped around and realized what I had done. I had locked my keys in the car. I was not very happy about this. I got my phone out, wondering who I should call. I had no idea who to call to get a hold of a locksmith.  Also, I realized that my wallet was currently empty of cash and so I wouldn’t even have money to pay a locksmith.  I decided to call a friend who lived nearby. He rolled up in his bright green bug. The first thing he did was mock me with no mercy. This was not the first time I had done this. Then he pulled out a hanger. I am sure I looked really awesome as we shoved my hand in the window that was open about an inch and a half. I finally hooked the lock and eased it up. I thanked my friend for being my locksmith. I will now start keeping a spare key on my car.

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