Locked

The keys are locked inside; I could get a locksmith if I could trust one.
Then once they get inside I still have to find the keys before I can actually go anywhere.
Everyone has gathered around they keep telling me that I shouldn’t lock my keys in the car and that I should be more careful.  Why don’t the spectators get a life? Because they are seeing me on my way, and they are seeing me—an idiot for locking the keys inside. I wish they would just leave, as if I needed their statements of the obvious.  As if they have never done that before.  
There is a spare set of keys but the one who has them is far away.  I called him to come, and maybe he will, maybe I can just get it done before he comes, and it seems so stupid to bother him when I am the one that locked the keys in the car.    
I’m so frustrated now, like I am the one that’s locked without a key.  I am just trying to get out of here, but it’s taking longer than I thought.  These people are never going to let me live this down; I’ll hear about this the rest of my life.  Even when they are silent I hear their thoughts, “How could anyone be so stupid…”  
The locksmith can’t get in, and on top of that there is now a big scratch on my door.  I call for the key, he still won’t come.  I’m so mad I throw the phone across the parking lot, as it slams into tiny pieces I sit down on the gravel next to the car and start to cry.  The tears have blurred all the faces of those that are still standing around watching me.  My anger burns, I don’t want them to see me, I feel so dumb.  
Finally he’s here, he helps me off the ground and without a key opens the passenger side which has been unlocked the whole time, I sit down and he uses his key to open the driver’s side and start the car.  My lost key had been slammed in the door of the car as I shut it, and it wouldn’t work anymore anyway.  I don’t care that it took him so long, I'm just glad he’s here.  “I was busy, I came as soon as I could, trust me you’ll see” he assured me.  
“I didn’t think you were ever going to come, I feel so foolish, and I’m so frustrated and the car and the scratch and the price of the locksmith and …”  
“Its ok I got it covered.”
“But…”
“But nothing, its ok, I needed to drive anyway, you would have never found this place on your own.”
“Anyway I’m glad I don’t have to be around those people anymore, I felt like such an idiot.”  
“Why?!?, I sent them to you, didn’t you see how happy they were when I came to help you, they weren’t there to judge you, they were there to help you, you had it all wrong, everyone of them has done the same thing, and I had to come pick them up too, they will meet us there tonight when we get home, you’ll see it will be different.”
“I should have waited for you, instead I called the locksmith and now there is this bill I can’t pay.”
“I said I would take care of it, a lot of people call the locksmith, and sometimes he actually gets them into their cars but they still don’t know how to get where we are going, I know you didn’t think I was coming, and that’s ok because I came and you are here now, and you are going to love what I have planned for you…”