I took my dog with me to wash the car, as I always do. For some reason, she was really hyper this day. I closed all the windows, left the car and put money in the machine. As I usually do, I left the keys in the ignition. Washing done, I went to open the car door only to find QT had pressed the lock. I was locked out and she was locked in. I panicked. Out here, the car wash is always abandoned because it's not modernized. Nothing is modernized out here. My cell phone was on the passenger seat and QT was freaking out. I saw a brother at the vacuum cleaning machine. Mind you, there aren't many brothers out here. He called the sheriff. The sheriff told him to call a tow service. I told him to tell them my dog was locked inside the car. They immediately transferred him to the fire department. After 10 minutes, a fire truck arrived; a poorly painted red and white truck about 45 years old with 6 occupants inside. They walked past me, used a Jimmy to open my door, and walked away. No conversation.
When I went to use my key to open my car the next day, the lock was completely stripped and the window is off track. Compliments of The Desert's Finest.
