Today, I locked my key in my car, because I'm a jacktard. I also apparently never put my spare key in my new wallet, because I'm forgetful. In spite of my forgetful jacktard tendencies, however, I am tenaciously resourceful. My first approach was to see if I could force the window down a couple of inches by pressing hard against it and pulling downward. This worked with one of my previous cars, and after doing so, I could detach my antenna and use it to hook my keys. Anyway, it didn't work. The next approach was to pick the lock with a flathead screwdriver and a long nail. I couldn't get the door open, but I was able to pop the trunk. I guess that latch isn't as secure as the door lock. In any case, the trunk is open, and I'm thinking I can knock the back seat down and climb through. No such luck. However, all my jabbing and striking knocked down the arm rest in the middle of the back seat, and I noticed a sliver of light. The seat wasn't completely continuous; there's a narrow opening to the right of the arm rest. So, after a bit of contemplation followed by some digging, I found a rusted crank buried in the trunk. I have no idea what it was exactly, maybe part of an old jack, but in any case it was going to prove useful. I went inside, found a broomstick, and taped the crank to the end of it. As I had estimated, it was long enough to reach the back right door handle, and with the hook on the end of the crank, I was able to snag the lock and unlock the door. It was fucking awesome.
That is a really cool story... you sure got yourself out of that pickle in a lo-fi manner... fuckin' sweet!!! :smile:
Hell yeh, fuck calling Pop-a-Lock. I have horrible luck with locking my keys in my car, but it's happened so many times that I always have a plan.