Betsy Bailey

What's the story behind a time when you got locked out?

Except it was blue…

It was a balmy 50F day in January 1991. The place: a Columbus, Ohio car wash. The car wash line: VERY LONG.

So I'm getting my car ('89 Ford Festiva) washed – de-salinized, if you will – like every other Midwestern car-owner does on a beautiful winter day. Everything is going swimmingly until it's time to go and I notice that the roller brush thing is still resting on top of my car.

I get out to investigate and automatically – ack! – lock the door behind me. Keys? In the ignition. Vehicle running… and locked up tight.

Had to call a locksmith. And endure the glares of everyone waiting in line for the carwash.

(Yeesh, apparently I've always been an airhead… !)

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