We were invited to a yacht club fundraiser for poor children. We arrive at the club with 100s of people. Parking is very limited. I tell my wife to go in while I hunt around for a parking spot. She does AND of course the key to the car is in her purse. This isn't the first time this has happened. I drive around and around. I have a 2014 Toyota Higlander. I spot a lady attempting to park in a space between two over sized trucks. She can't do it so rather than having to walk a mile across a bridge I decide to try it. I do it perfectly-except for one problem. Now I can't open the door and the car is turned off. I can't back out since my wife has the car keys. I don't have my cell phone-never do. The windows are rolled up and its getting hot. I climb over to the passenger door -no luck. I climb into the back seat and try the left door. No luck. I climb over to the right rear door-no luck. It's getting hotter. I start banging on the window to get someones' attention that's walking into the crab fest. A person is walking by. He comes to the window and I yell for him to try and find my wife and her keys. He speaks little English but says he will try. Turns out they would not page her because of the noise and too many people.After about an hour I'm thinking this is getting serious and I may be here until the event is over. I'm also very hungry having not eaten all day so I could feast on King Crab. Unknown to me my wife has figured out I couldn't find a parking spot so drove home. She called there but my dog Pepper couldn't answer the phone because she was asleep. Finally after about two hours I decide maybe the owner's manual might be of some help. So I climb back from the rear seats into the front-no easy task given my right leg doesn't do well after a hip replacement years ago. Open up the manual and it says simply push the trunk gate button. I do and the rear gate opens. I hadn't thought of that-dumb me-because I didn't think that would work because she had the keys (how many times have I said that). So back I go, over the front seats, over the rear seats, and out the gate where I promptly fell on my butt in front of a family. So I walk into the yacht club all disheveled because of the heat and crawling back and forth over the seats. Everyone has had few drinks and no one cares about my predicament. The worst part? Crab is all gone !
Unfortunately a very true story.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 07/30/2016 09:48AM by waterfield.
