Not Street Smart

I have a lot of interesting experiences with locksmiths. I require the assistance of a locksmith more than anyone I know. I have met several different locksmiths throughout my driving years.  The other day, I was visiting my cousin's apartment in Scottsdale.  It was late in the evening and when I got there I realized, with horror, that it would be necessary for me to parallel park.  As I attempted to pull my car forward and back I was starting to sweat as I got closer and closer to the flashy, yellow mustang in from of me.  When I decided I my car was properly positioned next to the sidewalk, I got out to examine my work.  The car was in the middle of the street and I had locked my keys inside with my cell phone. Crap. My cousin helped me get in contact with a local locksmith.  This poor locksmith had to come help me into my car at one in the morning.  He probably just thought I was some stupid, college girl...which happens to kind of be true.  I probably couldn't even count the number of locksmiths that have had to help me out of these sticky situations. It's a good thing I don't have kids. I'd hate to lock them in the car with my keys.