Who Would Do Something Silly Like That?

The experience below may have been the most embarrassing day of my life–and considering how many such moments I’ve had, that is really saying something!

Many years ago I’d volunteered to take a car load of stuff that my employer needed for the booth of a job fair to our area’s convention center. When I arrived I noticed with frustration that the road leading to the dock was long and narrow, and that there was an even longer queue of drivers waiting to unload their vehicles one by one as each eventually became the first in line at the single unloading point.

When I saw the line, I looked at my watch and sighed. Based on how slowly the line seemed to be moving I estimated that if I was lucky I’d probably just barely be able to unload, park my car, and get the booth set up in time for the stampede of thousands of job applicants waiting outside the front doors for the event to begin.

Finally, as my car reached the unloading area I saw a fellow employee on the dock signaling that if I carried the stuff from my car to him he’d relay it to the place where the booth was to be set up. Good plan!

Because it would not take long to unload the car and we were almost out of time–and in consideration of those waiting in line behind me–I left my car’s engine running as I jumped out to begin unloading.

Out of habit and in my haste I locked the door as I got out. When I went to open a rear door it wouldn’t budge. Then it hit me! I’d locked my keys in my car with the engine running and a lot of people counting on me to unload and get out of their way!

I didn’t quite panic yet. Thinking quickly I began to check all the doors. Maybe I’d be lucky and one would be unlocked. Nope. My heart sank as I knew right then that it was going to be THAT kind of day.

I silently screamed to myself as I sized up the potential disaster I’d just created not only for myself and my company but for everyone around me.

My adrenaline surged as I tried to figure out how I was going to get out of this mess.

I looked for a spare key in the off chance my beloved wife had put one under the car and that I might have forgotten that one was there.

My luck was holding. No spare key.

By now I was getting desperate and the glares of the people around me went from impatience to feelings that I’d prefer not to mention or even think about in mixed company (but if looks could kill I’d have used up more lives than a herd of cats–or is that a pride of cats as in a “pride of lions”?–well whatever large groups of felines are called, I was in a bad situation that was rapidly deteriorating.)

I came up with the idea to break the glass on my driver’s side window, but I couldn’t find anything to smash it with other than my fist or elbow. That glass suddenly looked thick and intimidating. I rationalized that I wouldn’t be doing anyone any favors if I slashed an artery while shattering the window, what with all of the emergency vehicles they’d have to send, etc. So, that not-so-brilliant idea was quickly scratched off my very short list of options.

I ran to the drivers of several cars who were queued up behind me and explained the situation. I don’t recall their exact words at this wonderful news but between their rolling eyes and comments muttered under their breath I had a good idea that I’d just become their least favorite person on the planet, and probably the universe. If tar and feathers or a rope had been handy I think they’d have used them on me–-and I can’t even say that I’d have blamed them.

Remember those scenes from the old westerns when the wagon train master yelled instructions and the information was shouted from one wagon to the next on down the line so that everyone would know what to do? That’s about what it sounded like as I turned and raced back to my still-running car–except the tone of the modern day drivers was a LOT less friendly than the ones I remember in those movies.

I silently pleaded with my car, “Please, PLEASE don’t overheat!”

People started to feverishly unload their cars and trudge the heavy equipment and boxes all along the line of vehicles as they tried to get their booths set up in time. They had to walk right by me. I apologized, but that didn’t get the job done–theirs or mine.

OK, one option left, and it was a long shot. I raced to a phone (I don’t remember whether we had cell phones back then but I don’t think we did) and dialed my home phone number. I remembered that my beloved wife had planned to run errands with our two young boys that morning, so I knew that she probably wouldn’t be home to answer my call. “Be home, BE HOME”, my brain screamed.

After several rings, Beloved answered. The conversation went something like this:

Me: “Uh, honey, uh could you drop everything and bundle the kids into your car and rush down to the back of the convention center with the spare key to my car, then park your car, and with the boys in tow walk the spare keys over to me?”

Beloved: (Silence.) “Why? Did you lose your keys?”

Me: I answered, “No. I never lose my keys!” I responded with my best “Who would do something silly like that?” tone in my voice. Then sheepishly said, “I locked my keys in the car…”

Beloved: “Can you wait for awhile, the convention center is 40 minutes away and I’m right in the middle of…”

Me: “…with the car running. At the loading dock. With a line of cars and a bunch of angry people stuck behind me.

Beloved: “Oh…” (More silence–but this time I’m pretty sure I distinctly heard the sound of her eyes rolling.) “OK. I’ll be right down…”

Have I mentioned lately how much I love that woman?

About russtowne

My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 4 young grandsons. I manage a wealth management firm I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of 23 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children. In addition to my family, friends, investing, and writing, my passions include reading, watching classic movies, experiencing waves crashing on rocky shores, hiking in ancient redwood forests, and enjoying our small redwood grove and fern garden.
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16 Responses to Who Would Do Something Silly Like That?

  1. billgncs says:

    laughing out loud… The woman makes the man. Because we are split between Chicago and Cleveland, and help is six hours away, I live in dread of losing my keys. The one time I did she was with me, and had left hers in the apartment. She asked me for a credit card, ( credit card?) and proceeded to open the door.

    I hope she learned that from TV.

  2. Andrea Kelly says:

    Haha, Oh my gosh, what a stressful day! I’m glad you had your wonderful wife who was able to come out and save you!

    • russtowne says:

      Yes indeed. We do that for each other. I don’t tend to mention her most embarassing moments as she isn’t hear to defend herself! Plus, I kind of like staying alive! ;-D!

  3. jumeirajames says:

    IF you had an electronic lock AND your wife had a key – you can open the door by having her beep the signal through the phone.

    • russtowne says:

      Welcome back. Thank you for your suggestion. The incident in the story happened in the mid-’80’s, but I can see how your idea could be very helpful with the technology available today. I aplogize for the delayed reply. I was off-line and out of town for a couple of days.



  4. Terrible situation but a good and funny story to tell years later….Diane

  5. russtowne says:

    Reblogged this on A Grateful Man and commented:

    This is a re-post to quickly give to newer readers a much better understanding as to just how much of a nut case this Russ Towne fellow really is!

  6. My chest was getting tight just reading this. I’d be curious to hear the story from the people behind you, all these years later. How often do we do these types of things and try to feel better by saying it will make a great story….years from now. 😉

    • russtowne says:

      “My chest was getting tight just reading this.” Thank you for what I consider to be a great compliment for a writer. As for hearing the story from the perspective of the people behind me, I suspect it would involve a lot of expletives directed at the stupid idiot of questionable parentage who was ruining their day and making them late! ;-D!

      “How often do we do these types of things and try to feel better by saying it will make a great story….years from now.” From my perspective ONCE is too often! You are right, though, that I have said such things, and in this case it even came true. (At least I like to think that it’s a great story even if it’s told by me. I leave the judging of the quality–or lack thereof–to each reader, knowing that no matter how terrible or great something is, there will be some who like it and some who won’t–and that’s good enough for me.)


      • What a great way to view writing/reading. I love how you summed that up. I hope to keep that in mind.

        • russtowne says:

          Thank you. Yes, once I adopted this writing philosophy it took a great weight away. I don’t worry about what people think about me or my writing anymore. As the saying goes, their thoughts are none of my business. If I write to please people, it won’t work. People will know that it isn’t coming purely from my heart and spirit. If I was only given the choice between having 10,000 people “like” something I write, or having my writing make a real and positive difference in the life of one person, I’d choose the latter every time. Of course, I’d like for my writing to make a positive difference in as many lives as possible, so even if a million people hated it I’d keep writing and sharing what I write for as long as I knew that it was having a positive impact on some lives, and the more the merrier.


  7. lovern2012 says:

    Hi there! Your writings keep me involved with laughter, taking time to pause and appreciate, meditate and to remind myself to keep it real.

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