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Who Needs Keys!? I Have Channel Locks!

We are supposed to have two sets of keys for all the cars. But, Mike misplaced a set to the Camaro a few months ago, and has yet to go down to the locksmith to get copies made. I drove the car on Sunday, with the remaining set. Come Monday, though, and Mike couldn't find them. I had neglected to hang them up. He didn't mention it to me until last night. I swore I had hung them back up on their hook after I drove up on Sunday. But, they weren't there. They weren't on the floor underneath. I checked my purse and the usual places where I usually absentmindedly drop the keys. Like, the end table on the couch and my computer desk. No keys. "Hmmmm..... I could have left them in the car...." I said to Mike. But, I didn't go out and check last night. On the way out this morning, I peeked in the passenger side window and see them sitting on the passenger seat where I had left them since Sunday. I took Teresa to school and come back home, instead of going to work. Now that I knew that they were there, I didn't want to leave them sitting there all day. I called Mike on his cell, but hit his voice mail. I told him where the keys were. Since I couldn't get ahold of him, I would have to figure out a way to get the keys out myself. Unfortunately, for me, I had put different door lock knobs on the car a long time ago. The long, straight, narrow kind that you cannot slip a coat hanger or wire around. Fortunately, for me, the driver's side window was cracked open about 3/4". Too narrow for me to put my arm down. I tried to pull the glass out a little to see if I could force my arm down. No go. Hmmmmm.... I thought about it for awhile. I wonder if I could channel locks down there? I go look in Mike's tool box, hoping that there is a pair of channel locks in there. There should be about 3 pairs, but they always seem to be missing. But, this morning, the gods were smiling on me. There was a pair of channel locks in the top of the tool box. I grabbed them and brought them out to the car. I pulled the glass out as far as it would go, and lowered the channel locks carefully onto the end of the door lock. Clamped down and pulled. Viola! The lock popped up! Woo hoo! I was so proud of myself. I called Mike on the cell and told him that I was able to break into the car without him having to come down. Now, the keys are hanging on the hook, where I should have originally put them on Sunday.