A few old friends were participating in a Reggae-themed 5K run over the weekend. i decided to join them*. About 5000 people, doing a laid-back run (no timer chips), followed by a massive party. Your registration for the race gets you four drink tickets. Pretty much captures the essence of the event…
Managed to miss the folks i was supposed to hook up with before the run, so i just went on and did my thing. Slow going, for sure, but i finished. Major hills didn’t cause much pain and suffering. A breezy, chilly – but gorgeous – autumn night. Even though i was flying solo, i had a blast doing it…
Post-race, i needed to get to my car to put on warmer clothes. i popped the trunk, took off my running shoes, pulled on some warmer pants over my running tights. A wind gust slammed my trunk lid shut, and i instantaneously realized i was fucked. Keys were lying on the small ledge, just under the now locked trunk lid.
No panic, i called the auto club. And quickly realized that my phone was going to die within a couple minutes. i managed to tell the operator where i was – in a city park, along with 5,000 other people, parked amongst a thousand cars in a soccer field, gave her my membership number and cell phone number, and that i’d be turning my phone off for 15 minutes in hopes that i could salvage enough charge for another call… Then silence. Phone dead.
i briefly considered my circumstances. The nearest key to my car was about 90 minutes away at home. Could have had my daughter or a friend drive it down, but that seemed overkill. Since the free food and booze was flowing, i hiked back up to the party. In my socks. Grabbed a tasty barbeque sandwich, some popcorn and a beer and headed back to wait for Mr. Tow Truck Driver.
It was now fully dark, traffic was heavy as people left the race, but more arrived for the party. Finally spotted the truck, jumped up and chased him, as he’d turned the wrong way. He saw me jumping up and down and made a u-turn. As i’m climbing into his truck to show him where my car is parked, i asked “Are you looking for the idiot-broad who locked her keys in her truck?”
Since i had the convertible, it took him perhaps 30 seconds to unlock my car. And set off the car alarm. Diving inside, i pushed the button for the trunk release, and learned something new about my 9 year old vehicle. When the alarm is going off? The trunk release is disabled. Fuck.
He suggests trying to get in through the back seat, but my seats do not fold down. Doesn’t stop me from climbing in and trying to access the trunk anyway. Tearing off the upholstery, we were able to see into the trunk, which was full of all kinds of random shit. In addition to my running gear, there were two plastic flamingos (stolen after the show for later use), costume parts, work boots, a bag of shit my daughter put there for me to take to Goodwill and other assorted crap.
i pulled most of it into the car so we could look for the trunk release. Mr. Tow Truck Driver, who is a large man, was unable to really see inside, even when the trunk was nearly empty. My car is a 2-door, and there wasn’t much maneuvering room. He asked if i might be able to slide inside a little further.
So i squirmed and wriggled up and over the seat, snaking the top half of my body fully into the trunk. Upside down. Ass and legs still inside the car. Sweeping the trunk with his flashlight, looking for the neon “emergency release” handle, i saw nothing useful. Extracting myself, we were back to scratching our heads.
i asked if he could just pop the lock with a screw-driver? Nope. Not allowed. He asked if i could get all the way in the trunk to look in the area under the window. Yes, but i doubted i could get back out the way i came in. He said “Well, then i’d have to pop the trunk lock”. Hmmm… there’s our option. Barring success any other way, i was going to ‘get stuck’ in the trunk so he’d be authorized to punch the lock with a screwdriver.
We were on a mission at this point. Committed to getting my keys. And i have to say, it was quite the challenge and Mr. Tow Truck Driver and i were sort of enjoying it. i asked “Am i the biggest bonehead you’ve run into lately?” He said “Yeah, but you’re a helluva lot more fun than most people!” He took another look at the trunk from the outside. Peeking in the crack with his flashlight, he was actually able to see my keys, just out of reach, under the lid on the ledge where i’d placed them.
Grabbing a screwdriver, i wedged it under the trunk deck lid. And pulled. And grunted. And got my legs into it and managed to lift it just enough for Mr. Tow Truck Driver to reach in with a pair of pliers and snag the keys! You’d have thought we’d won the lottery! We were whooping and hollering and high fiving and acting like idiots.
The car alarm had stopped honking, but the lights were still flashing, so i restarted the car to charge the battery while he finished the paperwork. Plugged in the phone for a quick charge, too. The entire thing took about an hour from the time the trunk lid blew shut. Plenty of time left to drink and listen to the band. And so i did…
Great party. Great band. Found a couple of my friends. Life is good…
* The last time i met up with old friends, my car got stuck on railroad tracks… Hmmm….