We stopped for gas one Sunday in rented car with Rhode Island plates in Ashville (? - off I-95) North Carolina - "directly" across the street from a Walgreens. I went in to get a "coke" (small "c", in the South coke means "soda") and came out to find my wife had locked the keys in the car. I told her I would call AAA and Hertz and see what they could do. I apologized to the proprietor for tying up his gas island, he took it in stride.
After I made the calls I told my wife it would be at least two hours before anyone could get there. She starts getting tense - I'm trying not to remind her who left the keys in the damn in car in the first place. I hand her $20 and ask her why doesn't she and daughter get some batteries for daughter's CD player over at Wahlgreens, knowing that she's always ready for shopping.
As luck would have it, the very next car to arrive was a coupla good old boys with a small fishing boat in tow, who pull in directly behind me. I apologize and explain that my wife has locked the keys in the car and...
Their faces light up like a kid at Christmas, the driver jumps out and pulls a set of lock pick tools out from under his seat, a minute later the door is open as the girls arrive from across the street, looking surprised. "The locksmith arrived already?" "Yup, they're really on the ball."
Sound's like the boys were prepared for anything.