Locked out

I'm having a problem with the brakes on my truck.

Whenever you drive it the wheel on the front drivers side gets HOT and I mean hot to the touch, you can even smell it, so my brother Larry came over. He said he thought it might be a caliber because we just had new brakes put on which ruled out other possibilities. We took off the tires to get a better look but somehow in the process we managed to lock the keys inside...with the lights on....Oh and the only other person with a key is Meg and she's out of town...
CRAPOLA.
I went across the street to ask my neighbor if he had a Slim Jim (he has a repo business) but all his equipment was tied up in St. Louis. Then I went to the guy that lives next to me but he was unable to help. I made a few dead end phone calls for help but to no avail. Then the "repo guy" summonsed me over with some good news. He said his son in law (I think thats what he said) had a kit to get me in and was on his way. Oooohhhhh what a relief when he showed up to save the day.

He's got all the goods.

Hard at work

He even took great pains not to break or scratch anything on this 1991 Toyota
(like you could even tell if he did).

Well he got us in and asked for nothing in return...man how great is that? Do you even know what a locksmith would have cost? Anyway he "Mike Jr." (they call him) did this on a Sunday when he was probably in the middle of watching a game and was the nicest guy you could have met.

Thanks so much Mike Jr.

My dad said I should of just let the battery run dead and wait tell Meg got home.