Ben Galt

After 7 hours of bucks party shenanigans last Friday night, I found myself in the company of a fellow handyman (Liam), standing next to my car soaking wet, trying to answer the question, which window will be the cheapest to replace?

How did this come about? Well, I locked my freakin keys in it. An honest mistake though, one that many have made before. However this is not your everyday, run of the mill keys in the car mishap. I managed to go one up. I locked the spare key in there too, AND I left the interior light on.

In case you hadn’t realised, I’m skilled!

After an hour and a half of cramming everything from box strapping tape to kitchen utensils between the rubber seals of every possible gap, it was very clear that the Hilux fortress was impenetrable. It also didn’t help that the worst rain Melbourne has seen all year decided to join us. The inevitable was now obvious, brute force was the only way in.

With force the only option, the obvious question arose, which window would be the cheapest to replace. Upon reflection of my previous car (a Morris mini) I took an educated guess that the quarter vents would probably be the rarest and most expensive. Confident with my decision I put a neighbors retaining wall rock through the rear passenger side window, a logical choice I thought. However as Murphy’s Law would have it, that was the most expensive window, and the only one that no window repairers had in stock. Thanks Murphy!

You might ask why I didn’t call the RACV, well im not a member. You might also ask why I didn’t call a family member to bring a spare, truth is I didn’t think they had one. But alas Murphy’s law strikes again… Turns out dad did indeed have one on his key chain. Arrgggh!

So was there a lesson learned?

I think I’d have to say I yes, given that the next day I went and got 3 spares keys cut and gave one each to the rest of my family!