Let me start by saying, as you may know, or may not know, I am forever getting myself into the strangest events. Example: 1) Running myself over with my mini van from the OUTSIDE. 2) Getting locked out of my car, twice, in the same day, on Friday the 13th. That’s just a few. I might just start a new thread of these “events”
On with the story.
Kenny had a field trip in Sacramento last Friday. We went to the State Capitol, Sutter’s Fort, and the California Railroad Museum. I was in charge of 3 boys, including Kenny. As I was a chaperone. I drove to Sacramento with Kenny in my car while the rest of the kids rode the bus. I had to park along the street which was toll parking. We had spent an hour and 57 minutes inside the Capitol and I didn’t want to get a parking ticket so, I excused myself to go put more money in the meter. I noticed it was getting hot out, so I decided to open up my van and crack the window’s a bit. In order to roll the window’s down, I had to turn the car on. In a hurry to not get lost from my group I hurried back after putting the parking slip on the windshield.
I caught up to my group after circling the entire building at least twice. I got frustrated and waited outside until they came up to where the bus was. Kenny and I headed to my van as we were on to our next step, Sutter’s Fort. We reached the van, as I dug through my purse for my keys. “HOLY SHIT! KENNY! YOUR NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS. I LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE VAN…AGAIN!” “Mom, were are going to miss the rest of the field trip.”
(Don’t stop now, it gets a whole lot better)
I insisted we weren’t as I tried to wedge the window down a bit more so Kenny could fit his arm inside to reach the lock. He’s a growing boy who has put on a bit of weight. I was able to push the window down enough to get my arm in, but didn’t count on the fact that once I moved both arms that the window would retreat to the same position it was before I wedged it down. Thus, smashed my arm in the window, to the point that I was standing on my tipee toes with the window putting pressure on my bicep. I struggled, making it worse.
Kenny coming to my rescue, reached his hand into the smaller part of the window holding his cell phone in his hand, and was able to reach the auto lock on the door with his cell phone and saved the day by rolling the window down.
If I wouldn’t have turned the car on and left the key in the ignition the auto lock wouldn’t have worked and I’d probably still be struggling to get free.
Now I’d just like to say, FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO PASS PEOPLE, LIKE ME, IN DISTRESS, AT LEAST STOP TO ASK IF THEY NEED HELP. DON’T JUST KEEP ON WALKING BY.