Locksmiths and Chainsaws

I think I will pick out another interesting experience that I have with a locksmith to share with the world.  I have dozens.  I think it would be fun to write down all of them and have people rate which ones are the best.  I should take a picture with every locksmith that has ever come to help me unlock my car.  I could have a collage of locksmiths on my wall.  This particular time, I actually didn't meet a locksmith.  I locked my keys in the car in front of a haunted house in Scottsdale, not too far from all the guys running around with chainsaws.  It was one in the morning, and I called a locksmith, but was told that this particular locksmith couldn't help me because I was parked in a car shop parking lot.  They were worried about liability issues.  While I was on the phone, getting thoroughly pissed at the locksmith, a police officer walked by.  My friends proceeded to tell him what the situation was and in seconds he was prying my driver's seat door open with magic, car-opening tools. I ended up not needing a locksmith.  I got lucky...I didn't have to ask the chainsaw guys for help.