Oh boy. That's what it is?

I left work one day & drove to the (industrial) rubbish bins, got out to throw the bags in the bin, left the car running as I was parked right next to the bin; I came back around to the drivers door to find it locked.
What I learned that night was that 1. our spare keys don't work 2. we have very nice mechanics and 3. when you have two men and a woman trying to break into the locked car, it is the woman who will eventually say 'wait... it's running... wind the window down...'

Much, much worse was a couple of months ago when I was leaving work after a really, really bad day. I had DD2 with me (had picked her up from daycare with a mozzie bite; don't ask) and had found out that DH had lost his job. So my head was all over the place, when I buckled Pie in she was playing with the keys. I took them from her, flung them over my seat, shut her door & went to open mine - locked.

Luckily it was August and I was parked in the shade, and the back window was open just a fraction. Even so, by the time the RACQ had her out she was warm & slightly sweaty. There is no way, if it had been summer or in the sun, I would have waited - I would have heaved a trolley through the window if I had to. Scariest thing ever.

What I learned that day was the RACQ is free when there is a child locked in the car, whether you have cover or not. And I never, ever, ever leave the keys in the car.