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By Norm Seeley | January 11, 2010
When we returned from California a couple weeks ago, before the end of 2009, on our way out of San Diego, thought that it would be a good idea to top off the gas tank of our van.
Pulled into a gas station, and as I normally do asked Karen if she wanted me to roll down her window. She said no, as it was a little on the chilly side. With that I opened my door and got out, closing the door behind me.
Went to the pump, put the hose into the fuel tank, and squeezed the control. No sooner I did that it stopped pumping. Squeezed again. Shut itself off again. With all of $3.97 worth of gas dispensed, I headed back into the van.
The drivers door was locked. I reached in my paints pocket for the keys. They weren’t there. I looked in the window and saw them in the ignition. Karen had no way to open the van from where she was sitting in her wheelchair.
I went to the office and asked for help. The sole employee told me she could not leave the office. I walked back to the van.
There I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I had the cross streets of where the station was and looked at the building itself and saw the address. I told the 911 operator that I had locked my wife, who was in a wheelchair, inside our van and where we were. I told her that she was all right but that I needed help to open the van and get in, where the keys were.
In about 20 minutes up pulled a fire truck and three firemen got out. For the next 25 minutes or so they used Slim Jim gear and attempted to open the door. They finally got it open by prying the rubber around the driver’s window and forcing in a metal rod and pulling up the door lock in the door.
Karen was OK. I, just a little embarrassed, was fine. Thanked the firemen, and off we went on our way home to Scottsdale.
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