I was alot younger than you when I first filled up the tank of gas, stopped at the Post Office in a rain storm, with the motor running, jumped out to mail a letter at the box on the corner, ran back to find the door shut and locked...motor still running...finally find a young(very young) policeman, explain the problem to him, and he first asked me how I could prove the car was mine, but of course, my purse with all of my ID was still in the car...what a morning that was...lol