Quick! Call the Rental Company we Left Mom at San Clemente!

In the evenings after dinner it is very common for me to slink back over to our own apartment and change channels on the TV. Lenore usually stays visiting with her family. Friday night we were staring to get ready to vacate in the morning. Lenore left with a load of laundry to put in the washing machine in the garage. She didn't come back right away so I assumed she had gone over to the other apartment. About an hour later she came back and asked, "didn't you wonder where I was?" The garage door opener switch is a little old and difficult to manage. There is a key switch (with obviously tricky connections) for opening and closing on the outside and a button that evidentally only closes on the inside. She went inside and when she was at the back of the garage the door closed on its own (because of the tricky switch with the key still in it. She was stuck inside for a long time. The button wouldn't work, she pounded on the door and yelled. But, nobody heard her. Eventually she was able to figure out how to release the heavy door and lift it up high enough to sheepishly crawl out.:(