Here I am in the Trader Joe's parking lot, excited to get my shopping done before the Sunday crowd. I walk up the steps and realize my keys are not in my hands or purse, I was too focused on making sure I had the Trader Joe's Flyer so I could get all the new stuff. Panic ensues. I turn around and see my keys laying right on my driver's seat. My sister who has my spare keys is out of town and I'm helpless. All hope appears to be lost.
Thank god for the internet device in my hand so I can send snaps to everyone I know. Suddenly I remember locksmiths exist. I open up Google and click on the first one that appears to be open 24 hours.
Here's where Bill enters the story. He answers right away, says he'll be there in 30 minutes, and he was there 30 minutes on the dot. Two minutes later, my keys are in my hand. Problem solved. Bill saves the day, all before mass amounts of people show up at Trader Joe's.