Monday, 16 March 2009

Friday 13th

Guardian reader borrowed a car to bring some kit down town, and got the wrong key jammed in the driver’s door lock. As he was parked in town, with an unlocked door he put the crook lock on, clicking it shut as he realised it’s only key was the one stuck in the door. The AA were called, but refused to come as it was his mum’s cover. She put him on her cover, they came, but only just. Then the bloke broke the crook lock off with a crow bar.
A friend then relayed a story of someone she knew leaving their child in the new car on Hampstead Hill. They kicked the handbrake off and the car started rolling, she managed to rescue the child, but the car only stopped when it’s open door got caught on a tree. The insurance claim was embarrassing.

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