Kyra’s been living here this summer, and Zack is up visiting (to hang out with Emi), so the two of them went out and had an adventure in Kyra’s new car. When they returned home around 10pm, they closed and locked the doors, and then realized the keys were inside.
Oops.
“Don’t worry,” said Zack, “I know what to do.” He dug up a roll of duct tape from our garage, taped it to the passenger window, and started pulling with all his might. The window slowly moved down a fraction of an inch. “Get a credit card!” Pepper ran inside to get some old cards, and we shoved them in the tiny crack above the window. Sliding in a stack of four kept the window open maybe a quarter of an inch. Then, with the help of a metal coat hanger bent into a long straight rod, he fished for the keys. Unfortunately they were in the center console, visible but out of reach. Even if he could hook the keys, I pointed out, he couldn’t pull them through the window– it wouldn’t open any further. He and I spent some time poking at the power door lock with the hanger, but it was too flimsy to push the button hard enough to unlock the car.
By now it was 11pm but we kept at it.
Finally I had an idea: use a metal yardstick to pry open the inside door handle. It was tricky navigating it through the window, but I managed to slide it into place, pop the handle, and open the door. Hooray!
Victoriously, Zack posed with some of his tools.
All told, we probably spent close to two hours working on this. I’m convinced Zack would’ve spent all night. He was absolutely determined to make this happen (he fancies himself an amateur lockpick, although those skills didn’t really come in handy here).
And I’m pretty sure that tomorrow Kyra is going to get a duplicate key made.