Did I Hit the Lock Button or Not??

Ughhh....bad afternoon!

When I was leaving work I realized that I needed to stop & get gas.  I HATE getting gas.  I mean, I can't even describe how bad I hate it.  The temp being in the 30's just makes it that much worse because I also hate weather below 50 degrees.  The husband swears that I get him to go somewhere with me every single time my car is on E, just so that I don't have to stop & do it myself.  That might be somewhat true.

Anyway, I pull into the ol Kangaroo station, get out my debit card & stop to think if I need anything else.  I think to myself that I do not, because right after I start pumping I am getting right back in the car because of the freezing cold.  I had just started pumping my gas and was about to get back in the car when all of a sudden I hear a beep & the doors lock.  Ugh, no phone & NO KEYS.

Apparently, I hit my lock button once (I do not know why or even remember doing it!) & if the lock button is hit once there is some kind of delay & then the doors lock.  I usually hit the button twice when I get out when I am locking the doors intentionally. 

The part that tore my nerves up the worst was not having my phone.  I felt absolutely helpless without my phone.  I went up to a man, explained what had happened & asked if I could use his cell phone.  He gave me his blackberry & I felt just like Carrie in the Sex & the City movie.  I don't know if it was my nerves or if I'm just not used to blackberries anymore since I am a Droid user now, but I gave it right back to him & said "I don't know how to dial this thing."  He dialed Patrick's number for me & while Patrick was getting ready for a funeral, I explained to him what had happened.  He said he would come right away.    

So I go inside the Kangaroo to hang out (at least it was warm in there) & waited about 15 minutes when I see a police officer drive up to get gas.  THANK GOD!  I ran out to him & explained what had happened & he reluctantly agreed to help me after he finished pumping his gas & going in the store & then moving his car.  Yes....I am impatient, but it was COLD!  It didn't take him long to get it unlocked once he started working on it & in the meantime Patrick's cousin Ashley pulled up & a co-worker of mine.  The co-worker does not speak English well but he let me use his phone to call Patrick & tell him that he could go back home & both Ashley and him stayed with me until the police officer got my car unlocked.

That is the first time I have pulled that stunt in a VERY long time & I hope it's the last.  I do not have a spare key, but I will now be getting one made for sure.  I am just thankful that Mallory was not with me, she was safe & sound with my parents.  It is no fun to be stranded at a ghetto gas station!