Three down, zero to go. Darn it.
So I lost my key... Again. So far this year I have lost three keys. The only three keys to my car. I'm not quite sure how I am getting to school tomarrow. Anyway, my dad tried to help me break into my car so I could get my drivers licence. Did you know he used to be a repo man? Well, he did, and he used to break into cars all the time. Only that was fifteen years ago, and he seems to have lost all of his old skills. We were out there trying to break into my car for a full half of an hour. Finally my dad gave up. He decided that we needed to call the police to come open it for us. The very idea of calling the police to come and unlock my door was very embarassing. Then my dad told me to go and call. Yeah...no. I told him as much, and he asked me a question that I will try to answer now. "Why won't you call?" It is a very good question.
Who really wants to call the police dispatcher and interupt a busy police guy (or girl) to come unlock a stupid teenager's car? Not me. I think the main reason is that I don't like calling people and talking to people on the phone. I'd rather be face to face when I talk to someone, especially if that someone is a stranger. I honestly would rather do almost any thing rather than call a stranger on the phone. Another reason I didn't want to call was that I was EXTREMELY embarassed by the whole situation, and asking police people over to my house did not seem like it would help any.
In the end, my dad called for me. A police man came, opened my car for me, and went away. It really wasn't that bad, but still.
