I had taken Dasher to get his nails trimmed and needed to stop by the postt office. I noticed he was hot so I left the car running with the air blasting. My first clue not to do this should have been when the remote wouldn't lock the doors. Dummy me locked them from the inside of the car. I came back out and of course, the remote wouldn't work. There's a watch repair place across the street. I noticed the remote had been getting finiky so I thought it just needed a new battery. It's still not working. So now, I'm standing outside my car, waiting for my mom to bring the spare key. Meanwhile, Dasher is looking at me, wondering why I don't join him. At least he's comfy.