Picking the lock

As I am prone to sometimes do … I locked the keys in the car. Only it wasn’t a car. It was a big utility van. And they weren’t just any keys. They were all my keys – to the van, the office, the trailer – which I am useless here in San Antonio without.

So I scrounge up a wire hanger from the hotel and go to work.

“This isn’t going to work. The keyhole is 2 feet from the hand lock. How do you expect to magically find the bar to pull up on.”

I don’t know, but I have no other options.

“You’re just going to have to call the locksmith. It’s the only way.”

But it’s Saturday night, New Years Eve. He’s not going to come now and probably won’t come ’til Monday. I need my keys (and my phone) now! Besides, it’ll cost a fortune.

“That’ll teach you to leave your keys in the car then. Just face the music.”

Just give me a few more minutes.

After about 30 minutes I saw the little knob on the other side of the glass slowly slide up. I didn’t believe it a first … but I was in!

Pray works! Pray for what you needs, and pray for thanks when you get it!

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