Anyone with a key to my car, Yumi, want to come visit me in south Fremont between now and 6pm? Please... :)

So, back in the 1980's, I once locked my keys in my car. I called my mom, and she came and unlocked the door. I bought a spare key and kept it with me.

I recently had my car worked on, and they said they would leave the key under the mat, but I didn't find it, and I didn't get around to asking them about it, and used my spare key for a few days. For the second time ever, I have actually locked myself out of my car.

*edit*: cheeseboy is going to rescue me. Thanks!