Hello Indeed-
First, let me say thanks for stopping by. . . Thanks! Second, I want to explain that the photos above were lovingly offered by a good client, and I would never post someone's space without express permission. AND, the examples will always remain anonymous-
SO, on that particular day we got said client all nice and organized. I, on the other hand, not so much. When we finished, both of us left her apartment, and as I watched her drive away, I threw my purse, my camera and my keys onto my passenger seat, grabbed my phone to call someone, and promptly hit the "All Lock" button on the door while slamming it shut. With my wallet wide open hanging out of my purse, keys right next to it and camera saying "Smile, Come steal me!" - all in a car that had been broken into twice in the last 20 days . . . but like any good Angelino, I did have my phone glued to my hand so I was able to call my friend & neighbor for help. I instructed him on how to break into my apartment and where my spare key was, but in true LA fashion, traffic was just too difficult for him to get to my exact location, so I walked down to a centrally located Starbucks to meet him. I had to leave my car in the center of Hollywood with it's sweet, sweet nectar dripping off the front seat - with no real barrier that couldn't be easily breached if you didn't care. I mean the last person smashed my window using the butt of a Corona bottle - it's Hollywood, Man, people are resourceful.
But I risked it and it paid off, Brent met me at Starbucks, gave me the key, traffic for him wasn't bad, I got a little exercise by racing back to the car in fear, and big relief to see it all in tact. Thank you Car Gods. My new mantra, "Keys stay in hand, keys in hand...." Hopefully, lesson learned!
Hilarious! Can't wait to read more about the adventures of you!
ReplyDeleteMy new vehicle is particularly over-zealous about self-protection, so it's self-locking doors have inspired me to always carry a second key along my my pocket change. This has proven a wise choice on many occasion.
ReplyDeleteHowever, one morning I left yoga, met up with some folks, and we headed to breakfast together. I must've been in some sort of spiritual state that transcended common material concerns like noticing the key was still in the ignition and the engine running when I locked the door. And the spare key was in the gym bag inside the car.
My over-zealous friends proceeded to good intentionedly tear the door moulding insulation to shreds with a coat hanger as they unsuccessfully attempted to unlock the door. Admitting defeat, watching the car idly chugging in place, somebody noticed a repair shop across the street. Their slim jim popped the door in mere seconds, serving as a reminder what a mild deterrent a car's door locks can be.