My first car was this glorious tiny truck that was my age. It was broken in so many ways. The driver side lock was busted, so it would lock but literally anything would unlock it. I kept a pocket knife in my purse because I could unlock it with that if I accidentally locked my keys inside.
One day at a gas station I locked both my keys and my purse inside. I walked over to a complete stranger and was like “Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you, but would you like to see a magic trick? I need a key, any key at all” and this dude actually lent me a key and I blew on it, told him this key was magic now, and then unlocked my car with it. Gave him his key back and drove away.
I remembered that guy yesterday and wondered if he thought I was on drugs or something.