Man Locked Himself Out His Car, The Locksmith Couldn't Stop Laughing When Because Of This Reason

Getting locked out of your car is something that has happened to many of us at least once. Hopefully, the experience wasn’t too bad, but it’s hard to see a situation where this wouldn’t lead to a headache. Some people avoid this dilemma entirely by cleverly hiding a spare somewhere on the car’s exterior, but this plan doesn’t sit well for others. Many of these people just feel that there is something inherently wrong with having a set of easily-accessible keys on the outside of the car, regardless of how well it’s hidden.

The simplest, but often expensive, solution to the problem is calling a locksmith. In this story, the locksmith’s technique for getting into the car will be forever etched into his memory.

“I’ll preface this by saying I’m usually not a stupid man but I was at the end of my third 16-hour shift in a row and I was very tired. I’ll make this quick:

I got off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my remote unlocker – as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times, battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada.

“I call a locksmith, explain that I’m locked out of my car. He says he’ll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open:

‘So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, I’ll have it open in a minute.’

‘No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead,’ I replied.

“I call a locksmith, explain that I’m locked out of my car. He says he’ll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open:

‘So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, I’ll have it open in a minute.’

‘No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead,’ I replied.