Our new place is right next to a 100-acre bird sanctuary, which is open to the public even though it's technically on private land. As a result, it gets its share of visitors - joggers, dog walkers, even the occasional brave stroller-pushing parent. As I was pulling into my spot this afternoon, I get out of the car and hear someone lamenting their misfortune - a photographer had locked her keys in the car.
She doesn't have AAA, her phone's locked in the car, and I don't have the time to wait around for AAA to show up even if I pretend it's mine. Fortunately, her window's rolled down a half-inch, so I run in and grab a metal support pole from the crib's bassinet attachment, and a coat hanger. Unfortunately, the metal pole is too short and has no angle to it to hit the lock rocker, and the attempts with the coat hanger are equally fruitless - we can pull the door handle but the door has to be unlocked for that to work.
Then I realize, we're on the edge of a damn bird sanctuary - branches galore. I snap one off from the underbrush that's a couple feet long with a good angle at the end, and wedge it through the crack in the window. Give it a twist, and it's hooked around the lock rocker. A little tug, and presto, open door. She fishes out her keys and her wallet, grabs her camera, and she's on her way, and I'm headed in for a late lunch.
Thank you, bird sanctuary, for providing nature's version of this. You've now evened out the random leashless dogs who go tearing ass through our front yard on a regular basis.
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