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My Mr. Bee's Toyota wagon has "autolock" issues. If the doors are locked, the only way to enter said wagon is by using the key on the back hatch, which involves subsequent crawling over the frightening strata of stuff which accumulates in said back-hatch area in order to access the inner door locks.
Okay. So one day we go the Getty and get parked, as is our wont, way out across Sepulveda (I think). Fun at the Getty ensues, and the day winds down delightfully as we watch the sunset play across the architecture with my old art teacher and drink coffee. Cows come home, and then it's time to leave.
We get back to the Toyota, and...it's locked! With the keys inside. What? We never lock it because of the reasons detailed above!
Bee uses the spare in his wallet to open the hatch and I do the "crawl" across the strata and unlock the driver's-side door for Bee, who has, meanwhile, discovered the note on the windshield from a nice, anonymous stranger....who not only locked Bee's car for him, but turned it off.
Similar to iSM's story, eh?
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TRY: COMMAND NOT FOUND
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