December 17, 2010

When I Locked my Dog in the Car, in the Garage.

Yesterday morning I wake up, not really happy to be awake. I have this new policy though, after I turn off my alarm I have to smile to put me in the right place for the day. I convince myself it'll be a great, easy, fast day. After all, what could go wrong?

I walk to my garage, put the dog in the car and start looking for the garage door opener I lost. I clean up all the parking meter papers and a bunch of other shit I want to get rid of. Now, the door to the garage locks automatically when shut, so I push the little thing in that makes it not do that, jiggle the handle to make sure and put a prop in the door just to be safe. Now why I just didn't open the garage door is a whole other thing, but anyway. I hear the door close. Whatever, I unlocked it. Well, it wasn't unlocked.

Shit. I don't have my phone, or the landlords number. Luckily I keep my car keys and house keys separately. So I haul it the two blocks home and pull up my lease. NO PHONE NUMBER. Ok. Call the parentals who say try AAA. I do that. After talking to two different people they connect me to a locksmith. No answer. I try to push one of the windows open, I can only get it halfway. Try another locksmith. No answer. And another. No answer. Now, mind you it is 7 something in the morning, but theses are 24/7 or so they say.

Now I've decided I don't need a locksmith I just need someone tall enough who can push the window open and help hoist me through. I ask some guy on the street. No. Ok. Go to the fire department, tell them the situation they won't help push the window. So I ask if I can at least use their computer to get a few more locksmiths because my phone is acting up. They tell me I just need to call the police, although they'll probably refuse to help.

I'm trying to stay calm, but in these situations I'm not the calmest. And it's cold and has been over an hour that he's been in the car, and I'm pissed at myself. I just need someone to push on a g-ddamn window. I feel like it shouldn't be that hard. So I run down to a construction site and ask one of them over to me, explain the situation and without hesitation he's like "yea, for sure I'll see if I can do something, show me where." I immediately give him a hug and bangs on the window a bit, it opens, and I crawl through to my dog whose teeth are chattering like nothing I've ever heard.

It took about ten seconds for him to do it. It should not have been a 2 hour thing.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're the best pet owner! That is the sweetest thing I've heard in such a long time. Of course you did everything you could but it was just nice to hear the story. I"m sure Neumann loves you extra much now that you've saved his adorable life. You're awesome! No doubt about it!
Thanks for posting the story.
-Caitlin