One Hundred Ninty-Three Dollars

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I typed up an entire story about how, why, where…   Then I realized how boring and mundane the words were.  I figure the picture is enough.

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8 Responses to One Hundred Ninty-Three Dollars

  1. kristiane says:

    Yeah, that’s what happens when you lose both your main set of keys AND your back-up set…they have to create a key…for 193 dollars :X

  2. Amy says:

    I’ve never had to have a key re-created, but I’ve sure as hell had to call a locksmith. I used to lock my keys in my car on a regular basis. After the last time, I went to the hardware store and had ten copies made, but the original key is so worn down that they barely work. Luckily I also now know exactly where to wedge my door and slide a coat hanger down to hit the unlock button.

  3. Hazard says:

    Holy Crap! I never knew that! Pure evil……

  4. stephanie says:

    you should have just read up on hot wiring and had it rigged. im sorry. but is your car worth that much anymore? i know im rude but i cant believe a key. just a key is worth that much.
    maybe you will be able to start something else with it. like a starship or a Porsche. check into that.

  5. kristiane says:

    steph- Unfortunately…or fortunately, (I really don’t know which it is) I could light my car on fire and put the flames out driving into the Mississippi and the darn thing would still run better than any car I have ever had. It has just never really broken down. I am afraid to buy a new one and then have to pay for repairs on a car for the first time in so long. I am going to go and find a large piece of wood to knock on now…

  6. DJ D says:

    Sweet Jesus, what a scam! I’d be hanging onto that thing like grim death now.

    I’ve only locked my keys in my car once, and it was on the day that I decided to go get spare keys…just in case I were to ever lock myself out. The spare keys in question were sitting in the passenger seat next to me. I pulled up to a restaurant, got out of the car with the car STILL RUNNING, reached in, got my jacket, and just closed the door. The split second after I realized exactly what I had done, I looked down, saw the spare keys in the passenger seat, and laughed. Any other time it would have been the kind of thing that would have had me screaming obscenities to the sky, but the irony of it was just too funny. Who says God doeesn’t have a sense of humor?

  7. stephanie says:

    well, then now that the facts are clear, i praise your white carriage. i will only think positive thoughts and the key. well, that key must be on a lanyard around your neck. you should never take it off. you will bend down to unlock your doors. you will drive with your head a little to the right but definitely by the wheel so you dont choke.

    i love you little white car.

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