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I'm a moron at times
Sep. 12th, 2004 01:34 pmYes I really can be a moron on times. Friday evening as I was about to head off to see P for the weekend in Oxford, I managed to lock my car keys in my car. But better than that I managed to lock my house keys and my mobile in the car as well.
It was truly brilliant maneuver. First I began by carefully chucking my cars keys on to my seat, after opening only the passenger door to put a bag in, then closing the passenger door, and deciding to open it again so I could lock it. I walk around to my drivers door, try and open it and realise it's locked and watch my car keys staring back at me from the drivers seat.
Oh and I waited for my parents (who have my spare key) to leave before doing all this. Thankfully I was able to make a phone call from the neighbours, after helping them with some computer issues (such as opening attachments, explaining that things go to the recycle bin if you delete them until you clear them out, oh and double clicking to open things). After about an hour I was able to leave, with some much less frustrated neighbours (they said I could call America if I needed to, they were that grateful), and with my Dad's promise to teach me how to break into my car when I get back.
Oh yes my neighbours think that I should write a book on how to use Windows, they have two or three which haven't been any help. I might well do it.
It was truly brilliant maneuver. First I began by carefully chucking my cars keys on to my seat, after opening only the passenger door to put a bag in, then closing the passenger door, and deciding to open it again so I could lock it. I walk around to my drivers door, try and open it and realise it's locked and watch my car keys staring back at me from the drivers seat.
Oh and I waited for my parents (who have my spare key) to leave before doing all this. Thankfully I was able to make a phone call from the neighbours, after helping them with some computer issues (such as opening attachments, explaining that things go to the recycle bin if you delete them until you clear them out, oh and double clicking to open things). After about an hour I was able to leave, with some much less frustrated neighbours (they said I could call America if I needed to, they were that grateful), and with my Dad's promise to teach me how to break into my car when I get back.
Oh yes my neighbours think that I should write a book on how to use Windows, they have two or three which haven't been any help. I might well do it.
