Let's say that I'm driving the car and you're in the passenger seat. The kids are in the back seat happily chatting away and looking out the window. Their tunes are on the radio and the temperature is set so that everyone is comfortable. I've just run through the Starbucks drive-thru and you're happily sipping on a mocha frappuccino -- no whipped cream. I need to run into the gas station for a quick second, which is just across the street. There happens to be a parking spot directly in front of the door, and I can see the car the whole time from where I am. I hop out of the car, leave the key in the ignition and you stay in the car with the kids.
What would you do??? Turn the kids tunes off and pick a station or CD that you liked?? Maybe.... Turn the temperature up or down??? Possibly... Roll down the window or open the sunroof?? Potentially??? Look to see what kind of secrets are hidden in my glove box? Sure..... Talk to the kids??? Good idea....
Not if you're my cousin! You lock the car because you're afraid of being car jacked!!!! LOL!!! What is that?!?!?! I came out to the car and was locked out... Obviously I had a question or two! To set the stage even further -- I live in a good area, and there was virtually NO ONE in the parking lot!
After I had a good laugh, AND another good laugh I could finally talk about it rationally... Evidently the fear is that if the car is running, someone would hop in and steal the car, with you in it... Fine. I'll appease her next time I think of doing something soooo foolish --- and maybe buy a baseball bat to put under the passenger seat just in case....
Later that night, we decided to get some take-out from the Texas Roadhouse. I make sure that I take the keys out of the ignition, and hand them to her. I ran in and got our dinner. When I came out, once again I'm locked out! Still not sure what the fear is -- especially since the car isn't running, but once again, car jacking comes up! The funniest thing of all this??? Little Katherine... She starts crowing in the back seat about how "Aunt Christine needs to go in time-out for pushing my Mommy's buttons". HA-HA-HA. Pushing them in more way than one my little girl!!
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Ok. Little girl (Aunt Christine) is from the BIG city (Kansas City). It doesn't matter where you live, how nice of an area it is, or how safe you feel. Crime can happen ANYWHERE. EVEN IN JOHNSTON, IA PEOPLE!!! Seriously, you should always be safe. It's ok she left me in the car with the kids and with the keys in the ignition and the car running, I just locked the doors so that if the Kwik Shop happened to be robbed at the time we were sitting there, mr. gunman wouldn't feel compelled to grab the closest (and most luxurious I might add) car and take us on a police chase through Des Moines while Katherine yelled at him to take his shoes off and not to push mommy's buttons. My gosh. All I did was change the radio station. LOL
P.S. For all those who read this, I would really feel more loved is a few of Ann's friends were on my side on this subject. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Feris Bueller?
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