Locked Out

Not too long ago, Grant and I had a little mishap when leaving Arby's. I always unlock the car, help Grant get in his seat, put my purse and keys in the front seat and buckle him in. On this day, I followed the same routine and shut the back door and attempted to open my door. That is when I discovered the problem. Somewhere in the process, I had managed to hit the lock button on the remote. My purse, my keys, my phone AND my child were in the car, and I was locked out. I knocked on the window and hollered "Grant, get out of your seat" (which he has NEVER even attempted to do). Grant, who had a chocolate shake in his hand, had no interest whatsoever in helping me and responded with a sweet "no" as he took another sip of his shake. I pleaded a few more times with him to no avail. He was too enthralled with his shake to help his poor momma out. I went inside and explained what I had done and asked to use a phone. The poor teenage kid working behind the counter took pity on me and handed me his cell phone. Luckily Danny was not on a call. He was at the station and had to drive home to get the spare set. Meanwhile, I stand outside the car and wait. I plead with Grant a few more times only to get the same sweet "no" followed by slurp slurp slurp. Then I hear a VROOOOM! Sure enough here comes my night in shining armor in. Dodge Charger topping the hill. PD 82 to save the day... Yet again!