Breaking in

I got a call from an old friend yesterday, we'll call him Ben (because that's his name, and I believe in calling people by their rightful names).  This is a friend from my Logan days, he lived at the apartment complex where we would always gather, chat, watch movies and play games, and recently brought me back a little Kangaroo figure from his trip to Australia.  We used to talk quite a bit, generally with him calling me at random times when I was least expecting it.

So yesterday's call seemed very much in-character.  At first I thought his call was an attempt to figure out a good location to potentially move to in Salt Lake, since he led out the conversation by asking if North Salt Lake or Millcreek (where I live) is closer to downtown Salt Lake.  After answering his query, he threw out another one, "Do you have any wire hangers?".  That's right folks, Ben was not looking into moving, he had locked himself out of his car.  It turned out that I didn't have any wire hangers, so I told him to call his friend who lived in North Salt Lake (see the relevance?) and see if they had any, and if they didn't to call me back and I would figure something out to help him.

My phone rang again with fervor, and the news that his NSL friend also did not possess any wire hangers greeted my ears.  Naturally, I endeavored to come to his aid, so I told him I would head his direction and try to get some help.

Well, after calling 8 different people, it was determined that NO ONE uses wire hangers anymore. So I attempted to get one from a dry cleaner's shop, unfortunately, all the ones I saw were closed already.  I decided to go to the D.I. and see what I could find.  Believe it or not, the closest thing I could find was a wire dish drying rack....yeah....so, 75 cents later, the drying rack and I made our way to Ben's location.

Embarrassed hello's were exchanged, and we set to work.  It didn't take long to determine that the drying rack could not be ripped into pieces that would be long enough to reach the door lock, so I did the first thing that came to my mind, I called a few of my more manly guy friends, and asked them for any information they had about breaking into cars without ruining said vehicle.

A number of pleading phone calls later, AJ and Aaron came to Ben's rescue, bringing with them an actual wire hanger (they DO exist!) and a large box of tools.  I was actually pretty thrilled to witness a car break-in, is that weird?  It took a while, but they managed to get the car unlocked, and we all went our merry ways, happy that the issue had been resolved.

At least I know who to call when I lock myself out of a car!