Really People? Seriously? An introduction.

So today I get a frantic phone call at 5:18 p.m. from the wife who is stressing and wants me to pick up the kids from their various daily end points.  I really had a lot of work left to do at work, but knowing that she too has a strenuous job, I figure, what the hey, I will pick the kids up (quickly) and head back to work when she tags me out.  Things are going really well.  I have picked up daughter number one, and am now heading to pick up daughter number two.  As I will only be but a few scant minutes, I leave the car running and rush to pick up my middle child.  As I step out of the car, my pre-teen, who feels that she too must be seen at this moment, (she has left this pick-up spot for greener pastures as she is now in middle school and has decided to visit her old haunts) slams the door, falters a bit and falls into the car, pushing it ever so slightly and then I hear the worst sound ever... the ever-so-slight "click." My keys are now officially locked in the car and I cannot move.  I immediately look around and attempt to figure out what I can do as not only did I park illegally, but now I am preventing other harried parents who are in a rush to pick up their kids from this primo spot.  I finally decide to call the wife and beg that she please stop by and bring my spare key. (Oh and by the way can you pick up our lone male child too?)  As I am waiting, an equally agitated parent drives into the lot and sees me and my daughters standing around my ford staring at it as if it were about to grant us our fondest wishes.  She decides to wedge her Toyota Four Runner into the spot next to me, narrowly hitting my vehicle in the process.  She hurries inside and as she walks in gives us a look of disdain.  I must admit at this time, I am feeling really bad. I'm stuck; I can't move, and I just got "mean mugged" by a woman young enough to be my daughter.  Well inevitably she comes out with her child and gets in her massive vehicle.  As she attempts to pull out, she realizes that she really can't pull out without hitting my precious 1994 Ford Taurus.  She looks at me for a good 30 seconds as if to say "do you not see me attempting to vacate these premises you knave?"  I stare back with my "lady do you really think that my children and I are this daft to just stand out here in the heat and watch a car run if we could move?"  Finally, the light bulb over her head goes off and she realizes that she is indeed in a precarious pickle.  As she attempts to move her vehicle back and forth, she shoots daggers at me and mouths a few choice words best reserved for bars, football games, and my last family reunion.  Finally after 5 minutes she realizes that her only recourse is to back up ever so slowly so as not to knock over the mailbox (it is a felony to tamper with it you know).  Finally she escapes, but she just can't resist giving me one final glare.  Really people? Seriously?  Is it my fault that this woman was so clueless about her surroundings that she did not notice that we were stuck and had no reason to just stand around a hot parking lot looking at a 1994 Ford Taurus as if it were fresh off the assembly line?  And really, would you stand around to watch even a brand new 2012 Ford Taurus come off of the assembly line?  The great thing that I learned today is that sometimes, no matter how much of a hurry in life you may be, life has a way of slowing you down.  Take my advice, enjoy life; slow down and don't ever be too busy to laugh!