I’m in the last two minutes of a documentary on TV, and my
daughter, who had just left for work, comes storming back in yelling at me that
her mother’s car is stuck in Park and she can’t get out of the driveway and
needs the keys to my car immediately. She is nervously walking around trying to
find the additional set of my keys, and proceeds to find mine. She tries to
remove my car keys from the ring. I tell her that the car will release from
park if she just steps on the brake when she does it, but she has no time for my
nonsense.
I drag myself away from the documentary and go for my keys and
offer to drive her to work, and of course pick her up at 10:30. She huffs and
puffs for a bit and decides to believe me so we drag out the door after she
chastises me for not wearing shoes and therefore taking more precious time to
get shoes and get to the car.
On her way out she jumps into her mother’s car again and
tries out my stupid idea and lo and behold, the car starts.
No thanks you given of course, but with a very red face she sheepishly
backs out if the driveway.
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