Thank-you Mr. Policeman

So I spilled some motor oil in my van. Sick, stinky, gross. I am lazy and pregs and chubby and so I waited a while to clean it up completely. So today in the hurricane winds I got my Ultra Dawn degreaser and my shop vac and scalding hot water and made like a Merry Maid. All was well, worked that degreaser in with my bare hands scrubbed, rinsed and repeated. Worked it, rinsed and repeated until my fingers bled.(slight exaggeration) Millie Mae was helping by dunking cookies into a cup of milk on the vac, running out of sight, putting leaves in the car and whining to be held. Finally the girl climbs into the van and decides she needs to drive. So after asking to be buckled into the drivers seat she turned on the hazard lights, turned up the tunes, pushed every button and drove to her heart's content. So I decided to vacuum the rest of the car. Did it, had all of the doors open, finished, shut the trunk, a 60mph gust came and slammed the doors, realized that baby girl was in the van and had locked the doors. With the only key for the car, there is my gal((at this point listening to Rush Limbaugh at a decible that would deafen even the most die-hard death metal rocker)in the driver's seat. Guess what? I didn't panic, just grabbed a hanger and proceeded to convince myself that I could jimmy-rig my babe out. Alas, it was not to be, plus she did not respond to any of my instructions to open the door. Even when I bribbed her with suckers, cash and her own car. Gal doesn't know silver from black, she is hopeless. So I did the only thing a true blue American can do. I called the police. Then as my gal started to panic I sang songs, pulled faces and waited for our knight in shining armor to save her. About 10 minutes later HE arrived. Mills at this time was seriously panicking so Officer Friendly, without delay, used his mad, police skills and saved the day. He did it without making fun of me or making me feel like a moron and like it was exactly what he was hired for. Thank goodness for the Payson Police.
Luckily Mills survived. When she got out she wept in my arms for a while but then a bologna and cheese sandwich chased her blues away.
Moral of the story: get some spare keys made.

Don't kid yourself, I totally took pictures of the Girl in her moment of trauma, that is what mother's do. Good mothers, of course.