So this is funny now. It wasn't at the time though - a couple days ago when I wrote it.
Emma had violin today, and we had taken the van in to the shop this morning. I had stinky car.
We
go out to the hot driveway to get into the very hot car (keep in mind
my van stays in the cool garage) with violins, bags, etc. in tow. I
insert key to unlock car, open the door, BAM! Car alarm. We've had
this car for 5 years...no idea it had an alarm. Tried shutting door,
fidget with lock, tried starting it (they don't start when the alarm is
on).
Called Sean, couldn't hear him with the thing blasting. A neighbor
was outside and he went back in and closed his garage (Thanks for the
help! Jeesh!). Sean has me try several other things, none of which
worked. In a very mature moment, I sat on the drive and whined.
Eventually it turned off. Sean had me go back to the passenger
side, unlock from outside, open the door (BAM again with that alarm),
fidget with the inside locks from that side and I got it to turn off.
Late
for violin. Or so I thought. His clock is off. He who gets mad at me
for my usually ahead of time van clock has his car clock 20 minutes
ahead.
Thought I lost his duct taped and hot glued bumper on some speed
bumps, because I was petrified I'd stall out on those bumps. Don't tell
him that.
Van is done now though , stopped by after violin.
Curbed the car just a smidge (don't tell him that, either) because I was
fighting with the stupid shifter - it didn't want to go into first
(despite only going about 2 mph, if that).
Then, showing that car hates me more than I hate it, it smacked me on the head when I got out. (I have a goose egg)
If we tried, we probably could not get the alarm to go off again. Just sayin'.
I
told the lady who cashed me out getting the van that she should tell
people to steal the car for me. I'll even leave it unlocked. Which I
didn't. Because Sean's last words to me this morning when I dropped him
at work were not "I love you" or "have a good day". They were "take
care of my baby, it makes me nervous when you drive her." And he was
NOT talking about either of his children.
Friday, June 29, 2012
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