My wife locked herself out of her old '97 S10 pickup. I called the local lock guy, who happened to be up the road at WalMart. He came by in 5 minutes. Took him exactly 8 seconds to wedge the window in, insert his crooked wire thigamajig, and open the door! I said, "How much?" to which he very quickly replied, "40 Bucks!" as he thrust 4 large fingers up in the air, near my face. I quickly got the point. Guess I should have never said on the phone, "This is <span style="font-weight: bold">DOCTER</span> Karam." Geez, <span style="font-weight: bold">I</span> don't make that much. At least I don't do the thrust-the-fingers-in-the-face routine.....