This past Monday poor Byron's day got off to a rough, but hilarious, start. If you'll recall, there was quite a nip in the air and the car windshield on my beautiful 1995 Toyota Camry was completely frosted over. As I finished fixing Byron's coffee, lunch, breakfast, etc. he went out to start up the car and scrape the windshield.
Suddenly, as I peered out the kitchen window I saw him gesticulating like a mad man. You see, a fatal flaw with my dear Camry is that the doors lock automatically when the car is started. I assumed that Byron had locked himself out of the car which wouldn't be a problem if he had not already lost the second set of keys a couple of months ago. Needless to say, I was already looking for the USAA roadside assistance number when he came back into the house.
I already knew we were in trouble (remember, the car is running with the keys locked inside) but I was hilariously shocked when he slammed the car door handle down on the kitchen counter. I would have suggested he go easier with the steroids but it would not have fallen on amused ears.
As Byron called to get someone to come jimmy the lock I went out to get a few things out of our other car that had been left the night before. As I stood next to our running car I thought to myself, "Self, might as well give the door handle a little tug."
AND IT OPENED!
I am not even kidding you! I am like Wonder Woman! Actually though, the only door that was locked was the driver's door. And I guess all the passenger doors were still stuck from the freeze. Byron claims it was a miracle. That's right, he says the doors to the car miraculously unlocked.
All I know is that listening to Byron call the towing company back and telling them that his wife got the door open with her brute strength is something I would have loved to hear!