Last Wednesday, I tried a new key in my new car. It was 9pm and I was two hours from boarding a flight to Kentucky. Amy and her family were picking me up from the Louisville airport at 9am the next day, and I wasn't coming back until Sunday night.
The new key was a little stiff, but not difficult to turn. It worked just fine -- until I tried to turn it back.
Tim was in his car -- engine running -- waiting for me to finish the new key test run.
Long story short: the key was stuck. I broke the head off trying to get it out. (Stupid? Maybe. Reasonable under the crazy circumstances? I think so.)
I left for Kentucky.
My brother (ain't family wonderful?) called the dealership, had the car towed, and found a way to cover the $220 repair charge until I could get home to pay for it.
When I got back, he picked me up in my car.
He handed me my key (they rekeyed the new lockset) and I drove home.
