Car Story

We went to my Grandpa in Arcadia on Christmas Day. I drove. It was time to go home so Brian, being a sweetheart, went to start my car so it would be warm when we got in. He comes back in, and said.... "Umm Jenny, your doors are locked and the car is started."

The spare keys (which I had just gotten last year) were in Des Moines. So my brother and uncles rushed outside with a clothshanger and amazingly enough, Chad was able to stick the wire through the side of the window and roll the window down in less than 2 minutes. Guess if needed it would be pretty damn easy to break into the Riv.

The story ended well... granted, we could have called a locksmith but I would have felt guilty. It was Christmas! Brian still swears that my car malfunctioned and locked on their own (I've never had a prob with this before though). LOL.