Cullen and I went to the grocery store today.
Once we got there, I got out of the car, opened his door, then locked all the doors, and shut the driver's door. I stood in his door, getting his ganket and truck and cow and diaper bag and sippy cup and all the things we would need for a short trip inside.
I noticed someone standing behind me, and realized an elderly man was waiting for us to shut our door so he could get into his car and leave.
I tried to squeeze further into the doorway of our car and shut the door as much as I could, but at over 7 months pregnant, there's not much squeezing to be done.
So I shut Cullen's door so the man could get into his car.
And then realized that my purse, keys, cell phone, and baby were locked inside.
My heart fell into my shoes as I stood there, looking in at him. Thankfully, our car has a keypad on the driver's door to unlock the car.
Unfortunately, I don't know the code. Hubs does, but as I mentioned, my cell phone was locked inside.
In the past, when I've been too lazy to get my keys, I've randomly punched numbers and successfully unlocked the car. The code does not use all five keys, and I am able to remember which ones aren't used, so I just started punching the ones I know are part of the sequence.
It didn't work.
I was frantically punching numbers, and praying someone nice would pull into the now-empty spot next to us, when a Suburban pulled in. An elderly couple were inside; she was dressed beautifully, and he looked like a retired Texas Ranger-- from his cowboy hat to his reflective sunglasses, all the way down to his shiny boots. They were resplendent.
The man got out, and I said, "Um. Excuse me, sir. But do you by any chance have a cell phone that I could borrow? I just locked my baby inside my car."
He looked kind of shocked, and began reaching for his phone, "Sure!" he said.
"We have this keypad that unlocks it, but I don't know the code. My husband does, though," I explained.
"Well, call him!" he quickly said as he handed it over.
I dialed Hubs' cell number, praying he would answer even though he didn't recognize the number.
He gruffly answered, "Officer Honey Bear." Not really, but that's what I heard.
I explained our situation, and he patronizingly, and with more than a trace of laughter in his voice, told me the code. I punched it in, and the locks popped open.
The lady immediately opened Cullen's door, and started gushing, "Oh, baby! Sweetheart, are you okay?"
She giggled then turned to me and said, "He must be okay. He just said, 'Bye-bye,' which I'm guessing means 'Get lost!'"
I smiled and thanked them profusely, then hugged and kissed Cullen and went inside the store.
And did my darndest to avoid the sweet couple that just saved the day.
I'm a shoo-in for Mother of the Year.