Locked out

A friend of mine posted a story on his blog about locking the keys in the car. It was well timed, because last Friday, I locked myself out of the car. I clipped my keys to my purse, got out, locked the door and swung it shut. As I turned and the door was moving I had this funny sensation that my keys were not actually clipped to my purse. It was a "Nooooooooo-slam!" moment and the keys were on the seat inside the car. So, I got a screwdriver from my uncle's workbench and took off the front license plate, but the spare key was not there. So I went to the back plate, thinking maybe someone had moved it to there but the screws were rusted on. After a phone call for some muscular assistance and a lot of WD-40, we finally pried the plate up enough to see that there was no key under it. Apparently, there is a spare key to my car on everybody else's keyring (Mom, Dad, and brother) but not under my license plate. Woohoo.