Roy’s Super Shell

It was a gorgeous Sunday morning and we had a brunch date in the east bay and I thought it would save us some time if I dropped my bf to get some coffee a few blocks away while I got some gas… silly girl… tricks are for kids!
My electronic key got locked in my car and consequently, was locked out. I’ve seriously pumped gas about 150 times in this car and maybe have left my keys on the seat about 20 without a hitch because according to Nissan… it’s impossible for the electronic key to get locked in the car, it’s that sophisticated. Hmmm… theory tested and NOT approved.
In walks Cory, wearing a bright yellow shirt ready to help a damsel in distress. He had a cell phone and I had a bf to call. Damn! His phone was next to mine in the car. Okay temperature is rising and all I can do is laugh… then awesome Cory brings out the big guns and tries to pop my lock with some scary looking tools… and YES, he had the tool we needed but of course it was the only one broken in the satchel. My laughter is now teetering between hysterics and disbelief. But no fear, my antiperspirant is working and I have AAA and OMG… is that a beautiful yellow tow truck with AAA written on it across the street? YES!
Cory + cell phone + AAA + humor = happy girl with an unlocked car
We were off to the east bay within 45 minutes of Roy’s Super Shell coming into my life.
Sheesh!