tcm glx said:
Ok, so some guys are obvious, but some are not....what do your screen names stand for......
I will start, nothing exciting....The very first forum I ever registered for was the VWVORTEX....many of you may know it. My buddy that registered me used to call me the Tijuanisian Cookie Monster....Cause I went to Tijuana alot and loved Cookies (still do by the way!). So, that is where the TCM come from...the GLX, well I have a Jetta GLX at the time...
Hence, TCM GLX
Fishing for a story, eh, Ok, I'll play.
The short explanation:
It's a reference to Southwest Lock & Safe and Southwest Construction Services both of which keeps me busy and out of too much trouble :confused1 .
The long one (sorry, but you asked!):
But the name originally came from a call I made years ago when I rescued a baby out of a locked car during the summertime. The mother was visiting the grandparents when she locked the keys in the car with her newborn in it. Grandpa immediately called the cops, fire department,and was calling every locksmith in the book. I got the message from my exchange, and as it happened, I was only about a block away coming down Coast Highway. I pulled in at the same time the police and fire department got there. As you can imagine, there was chaos going on with 4 police cars, fire truck, rescue squade, ambulance, etc. They were running around trying to decide how to open the car :variety:; Police: Can't break the glass and shower the baby with glass :dunno:; Firemen: Can't use the jaws of life, because it could also shatter the glass also,:dunno: yada, yada, yada.
Now as I recall, (it was close to 20 years ago) the car was a small 2 door BMW (new, of course) and they were notoriously hard to open at the time. Neither the Police nor tow truck operators could open them . However, the car did have a soft spot in it's security. With the know-how and the proper tools, you could open the wind-wings in about 3 seconds and reach in and open the door ... easy money. Anyway, in the midst of all of this, I walked through them all, now crowded around the car, and before they could say anything to me, I pop the wind-wing open, reached in and opened the passenger door where the baby was, and then turned around, got in my van and took off, and left it to one of the firefighters to get the baby out of the car and hand it to the frantic mother. No words were spoken between us.
I probably wasn't there more than a minute or two, total. It all happened so fast that the grandfather was still in the house on the phone calling people for help. I didn't want to hang around and try to collect a fee for my service (would have been kind of crass) and was glad to have been able to help them out. Anyway, several days later, I got a call from the grandfather asking me if I was the person who had rescued his grandchild from a locked car. He had done a lot legwork since the incident to finally track me down, since I was there and gone so fast, nobody really new who I was. I finally admitted that I was person that opened the car and was bombarded with gratitude, questions why I left so quick, could he pay me (which I declined) yada, yada, yada. The conversation ended with his assurances and commitment that he was going to do everything he could to let people know what I had done and that there were still good people in the world, real "heroes" out there. I thanked him and thought "that was that".
Sorry this is so long, but I'm just about there.
The next day I got ambushed, so to speak. He showed up at my shop to meet and thank me personally. A few minutes after his arrival, a news truck shows up, interview, pictures, articles in the paper, the whole nine yards. Now I've always hated being in he spot-light in any way
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uke: and avoid it whenever possible, and this was no exception. I really just tried to play things down and I guess that just fueled the fire to characterize me as some sort of hero. The grandfather even went to the extent of making up flyer's and distributing them, telling the story that had happened, and urging people that when they need a locksmith, to call "Southwest Chuck" and giving my contact information and shop name.
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In the end, I did get some business from it. I got calls from different people asking me if I was "Southwest Chuck", Yada,Yada,Yada but I always had to answer the questions and recount the story which always made me feel kind of uncomfortable. I guess time (and beer) dulls the senses over a period of time and I finally realized that old heroes never die, they just buy XJ's.:looser:
So there you go!