Locked Out!

Last Wednesday, we stopped to fill-up the tank at a local gas station. As James finished pumping the gas, I got out of the car in order to pay inside. As soon as I closed my door, James looked at me, and asked if I had locked the door. All of the doors were locked, and our little baby Annie was inside!

James sent me inside to pay and call a locksmith, but I was too emotional, and asked him to make the call instead. As it was 10:00pm, he had a difficult time contacting someone that could come. Eventually he located a locksmith, and they said that they would arrive in 20 minutes. That was way too long for this mama bear to wait! He said another option was to call the fire department. He called his cousin who is a fire fighter with the CFD, and asked what we should do. We ended up calling 911, and they dispatched an engine to help. They responded instantly, and were able to open the door in a matter of minutes.

We thanked the officers profusely, and waited for the locksmith to arrive so that we could pay him for his trip. As my dad would say, "any landing is a safe landing."