make sure your keys actually make it into your purse next time...

Picture this:

Me.

Happy to be leaving Jimmy John's at almost 11p.m.

Aching back from cleaning the store up and down.

So excited to go home and crawl into bed.

Rummaging around in my purse for my keys.

Where are they?

Seriously?

Shaking the purse to see if I can hear them.

An eerie silence greets me. 

(Other than the other non-jangling things banging around obviously...)

I start sweating.

Yank everything out of my purse and grasp around.

No keys.

Anxiously, I peer through my dirty car windows.

(I REALLY need a car wash.)

Something shiny glints on the passenger seat.

Ah. Keys.

dirty window... and my keys on the seat.

What do I do in this situation? I have never done this before.

(I have done something more embarrassing, car related, but that's a story for another day.)

Who do I call?

I feel completely helpless, and almost go back into Jimmy John's to ask the manager what to do.

Then, feeling prideful, I try to find another way.

And remembering a month ago, when my good friend Braden told me about his mom locking her keys in the car... I call him.

And, just like men are supposed to, he and his roommate came to save me, ready with their fancy equipment. 

Kevin and the fancy equipment. And my keys. still on the seat.

And after about an hour of trying, and trying, and trying, the hanger FINALLY hooked around the lock, and *click* the keys were free.

And I learned a valuable lesson.

It's all about the hook.

my heroes.

Thanks Braden and Kevin... I owe you one.

p.s. remember when school was about homework and studying? remember how now all i do is go to classes, play pogs, have pinterest days, and eat otter pops while reading harry potter? remember how this is the best school year of my life? i do.