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So, this morning it was pretty nice. As I was getting ready to leave… 
16th-Jan-2007 11:05 pm
Travel: 1933 Ford
So, this morning it was pretty nice. As I was getting ready to leave the house, I realized I’d left my coat in the car last night, and vaguely considered not taking it and either wearing just my sweater, or my sweater and a light jacket. I was running late enough, though, that I went ahead and took not only the coat, but the entire car, leaving it parked on the top floor of the parking garage at the Quincy Center T station.

Then I had a reasonably productive day at work, followed by a brief check-in at Diesel (including a nice chat with dietrich), followed by a pleasant if admittedly slightly chilly walk to Something Something to pick something up, followed by a quick dinner in Davis (by myself, unless you count Terry), since I’d been ravenous before I left work, followed by a pleasant T ride to Quincy, followed by—

Um.

Isn’t my key supposed to go in the lock on the car further than this?

Yes, I’m quite sure it’s supposed to go in further than this. I believe it’s supposed to turn, too. And the door is supposed to open, and welcome me into the car AND OUT OF THIS INSANE FUCKING FREEZING WINDY COLD! I’m completely certain that’s what’s supposed to happen.

That’s not what’s happening.

If the lock on the other side weren’t already broken¹, I could try that door.

So, I can walk home and hope that when the sun comes out tomorrow morning the lock warms up enough for me to get in. [If I had taken the time to check the weather forecast I would have been less optimistic.] Oh! Or I could walk home, and walk to the automotive supply store in the morning and get some of that de-icer you can spray in your locks when they freeze, and see if that works! Yes, that’s a good idea. Too bad there’s no place open now, because I’ll be agitated until I get this resolved. Like, for instance, maybe a convenience store would have it.

Well, there’s actually a convenience store in the T station, and they didn’t have what I was looking for (de-icer for locks), but they did have de-icer for windows, and I figured if it melted ice it was worth a try. Said try, of course, involved wiggling my key in and out of the lock while spraying this stuff at the slot. (I needed the key both to hold the slot open and to help convey the de-icer into the lock, since this stuff didn’t come with the little tube that gets it into the lock. I suspect that’s the major distinction between this product and the kind sold for locks.) And I did this for a long time, in the freezing wind, with the de-icer stuff splashing onto my hands and being blown into my face, occasionally taking breaks to put my hands in my pockets to thaw. And I was just about ready to give up, when the key finally slipped all the way into the lock! Joy! Delight! Success! Er, Progress! The key did not turn, but at least something was happening, which confirmed me in my stubborn determination not to hurry home to a warm bed, but to keep standing there on the windy roof alternately muttering entreaties and threats to the lock under my breath. Actually, I didn’t mutter entreaties and threats to the lock under my breath, but it sounds very dramatic, so I certainly would have if I’d thought of it at the time. Anyway, it might have worked.

So I worked on the lock for another ten minutes or so, with a couple breaks to shelter from the wind in a stairwell, and finally it turned! Joy! Delight! Progress! Success!

Needless to say, the Diesel engine needed some coaxing to start, but that I’m familiar with, and now I’m home and warm and my car is sitting in the driveway. Unlocked. I have no intention of locking it again until the spring, since clearly no good comes of locking my car.

Oh, did I mention that the person who broke into my car a couple weeks ago took a glove? I think it might be time to get a new pair.

But for now, my hands are nice and warm, and my bed will be nice and warm, too.
¹ This has nothing to do with the burglary; the passenger-side lock hasn’t worked since docorion got the car before me, I believe. Certainly not since I’ve had it.
Comments 
17th-Jan-2007 11:21 am (UTC)
Oh sweetie, so sorry to hear about your aggrivation in the cold. I wish I'd been there to help warm you after the ordeal.

Chicken pot pie hot from the oven for you tonight...
17th-Jan-2007 02:02 pm (UTC)
Wow, that sucks.

For the record (you probably know this already) the de-icer stuff is basically just isoproponyl (rubbing alcohol) in a useful package. I don't know if that's useful information for you but maybe it will be useful at some point in the future where all the stores are closed except one which sells rubbing alcohol. ;)

Once my car door wouldn't open because the door froze. It would unlock, but I couldn't pull it open.

Once the locks on all my doors except my trunk froze, and since I usefully have a hatchback, I climbed in through the trunk. :-) I wonder where my stash of key lock de-icer went.
17th-Jan-2007 06:47 pm (UTC)
If you are ever stuck like this again, see if you can get the convenience store to put a couple damp paper towels into their microwave until they're so hot you can barely hold them. Then wrap those around your key until the key heats up. If they're still warm when you get them to the car keep them wrapped around the handle of your key while you wiggle it in the lock.
17th-Jan-2007 08:38 pm (UTC)
Wow. THAT sounds like no fun at all. I'm glad progress was eventually followed by success!
18th-Jan-2007 03:43 am (UTC)
This morning one of the locks on the Lexus (borrowed from T's parents) froze *open* -- I couldn't take Q to school because the door wouldn't shut, and I couldn't drive down the street with it flapping open. Eventually J figured out a way to freeze it shut, and then I sat it in the sun for a while till it thawed. :}

So do I ever empathize!
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