I got a call from Ingrid around 3:45pm today. As soon as I picked up the phone I knew something wasn’t right…it was angry Ingrid on the phone…
She had just picked up little Sophie from Daycare, then headed out to the car to go home. Ingrid beeped the key alarm to open the car door and waited, beeped again…nothing. The fricken alarm for the car had shit itself yet AGAIN. The same bloody thing happened around 3 months ago (as you may have read in an earlier post) and if this sort of thing happens there is literally nothing you can do to get access into the car - bar smashing a window.
She had just picked up little Sophie from Daycare, then headed out to the car to go home. Ingrid beeped the key alarm to open the car door and waited, beeped again…nothing. The fricken alarm for the car had shit itself yet AGAIN. The same bloody thing happened around 3 months ago (as you may have read in an earlier post) and if this sort of thing happens there is literally nothing you can do to get access into the car - bar smashing a window.
Sophie showing us how she felt about her horrible afternoon
A simple solution would have been for me to come home, pick up the spare car-seat and pick the two of them up and get the car sorted out later on, but no, there weren’t any vehicles around at work, so I phoned a Holden dealership and told them about the predicament. All their service people were at various jobs and couldn’t get to my girls for a good couple of hours, so I started going through the yellow pages frantically trying to find locksmiths. After failing with 4 useless companies, I finally got someone to help out; they said they would be there around 4:15pm - phew. By this stage Sophie had, had enough and desperately needed to get home to be fed and get some much needed sleep. I managed to grab a work vehicle around 4:45pm and decided to swing past Daycare fully expecting NOT to see them there…wrong. The locksmith geezer was having a complete mare with the door and spent close to an hour trying to get in…god knows how he managed to get a job there in the first place. “So can you actually work your way around a lock buddy” was obviously skipped over during his job interview.
Anyway, $125 later we arrived home with a very upset and tired little girl. She ate bugger all for dinner, shit her pants, screamed in the bath and topped it off by smacking her little face on the coffee table and crying even more.
All because of a dodgy key alarm that supposedly has been fixed.
Cars suck sometimes.
Brad
Anyway, $125 later we arrived home with a very upset and tired little girl. She ate bugger all for dinner, shit her pants, screamed in the bath and topped it off by smacking her little face on the coffee table and crying even more.
All because of a dodgy key alarm that supposedly has been fixed.
Cars suck sometimes.
Brad
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