When I had the new Nittos put on the Dragon during my trip to San Diego Thanksgiving, I had locked the glove box since I had my checkbook and cash in there forgetting:

A) the wheelock key was in there
B) they were gonna need it
&
C) they had the freaking key to the glovebox anyway!

They never even called to remind me how stupid I was, which I appreciate tremendously. They figured it out on thier own and my dough was unmolested....
What can I say? The eighties were really good to me
Best,