914Driver wrote:
"Help, help, my car's locked and my kids are in there!!!"
Actually, that happens more than you would think, but the "kid" was always an infant strapped into a child seat (except for one, which I'll get to later).
I had a policy of not charging in cases like this, although I did get a few "green handshakes", as well as a lot of hugs from grateful mothers.
One that stands out in my memory is a time when I got a call from the manager of the Red Lobster. A woman had locked her infant in the car, with the motor running. I told him I'd be there in a few minutes (it wasn't very far from the shop). He said to hurry up, since the mother was hysterical. It was a hot day, but the car was running, and the A/C was on, so the baby was in no immediate danger, but the mother freaking out was freaking the baby out (kids pick up on stuff like that), and he was screaming bloody murder, even though he didn't know why.
I took off as fast as I could, and was a block away from the restaraunt when I had to pull over for a fire engine with it's sirens on. Damn if they didn't pull into the Red Lobster just ahead of me! Seems the mother, after asking the manager to call a locksmith, had taken it upon herself to call the Fire Department as well. I pulled my van up beside the car, now surrounded by onlookers, one screaming mother, and several firefighters. I opened the back door to my van and grabbed my tools; I knew exactly which one was required. I had it in my hand, and was about to head to the car when I heard a loud Ka-Boom!
The FD had used one of their punch tools to blow the back seat window out, covering the child (and back seat) with broken safety glass!
I would have had the car open in less than 30 seconds, but the firefighters were pumped up. I even heard one of them say "If we have to get on the truck and leave, I'm gonna bust something!
Later, I was talking to a friend who's a Captain on the FD, and mentioned what had happened. He was livid! They hadn't followed policy on this call at all, and created needless damage to boot. Heads rolled.
A week later I got a call from my friend.. from then on, all similar calls would be refered to my shop. So this is a horror story with a happy ending.