First Time for Everything

So today, I was driving around getting papers for houses that are for sale. We are starting to look but have not even applied for a home loan. Do not get excited for us yet. We are waiting for a raise to be given and expect a number any day now. But back to the story at hand. I followed a whim and decided to drive around looking for signs and papers to grab. I found this way cute house and decided to grab a paper. I hopped out of the car, closed my door and went for the grab. Wow. 4 bedroom for under $300,000. Sweet. Came back to my door to find it locked, engine running, wipers going, coffee, phone and child inside. Panic. What do I do? I've never done this before. I don't have my phone. I can't even call for help. OK, there's a car in the driveway. Do I knock? What choice do I have? MY CHILD IS LOCKED IN THE CAR!!!! I start to tear up. Here I go.

*knock knock.

He, yes he, (insert a little more panic here) opens the door a crack. "Hello?"

Me (really crying now): "Hi, um, I locked my keys in my car with my daughter and phone in it."

Him: "Oh, OK" (opens door wider) "Come in" I pause "It's OK. Come in, (reaching for his phone) do you have a (slight pause) husband, (more pause) or?" "Yes. Can I call my husband?"

I'm starting to calm down except for the worry of what Steve will think when I tell him. Steve answers and I tell him what's going on. He asks where I am and tells me he's on his way. The guy and I go back outside to check on Grace and he stands and chats with me till Steve arrives to open the van. He was very nice. Found out his wife is expecting in September and he tells me a story about her going to the mall and having "pregnancy brain" and forgetting where she parked the car and how they had to find it. Steve arrived and opened the van, I thank the guy and away we go.

First time in Gracie's life I've locked my keys in the car.

Things I am thankful for:

Grace had crackers and water and isn't an infant who was ready to nurse.

She only cried a little. Mostly she thought it was fun.

The engine was running so it was warm in the van.

It had been raining 10 minutes earlier and wasn't while I stood outside waiting for Steve.

It is not 2 weeks from now and Steve was at work, not in Georgia.

Steve had his van key on him and didn't have to stop at our house to get it.

The guy was home, and nice.

I wonder if this means we have to buy their house now? :)