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I locked my keys (both sets) in my car at a gas station in St. Ignace, MI on my way to school. The locksmith who came just pried the door open with a wedge that looked like a doorstop and hit the unlock button with a stick.
I was like "I'll have to keep that in mind... I'd be pissed if this wasn't still covered by my warranty."
Also... when my step-grandpa locked the keys in my mom's old van, he called the fire dept. (he's an old fireman) and they had it slim-jimmed open in about 2 sec. flat. They're usually nicer about it than the cops, too, if they aren't busy putting out fires and stuff.
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