Friday, November 14, 2008

Mazda's Revenge

Where I get locked inside my car.

Good morning! On my way to work but needed to share a story. I left work after receiving a text to come to the restaurant, formerly known as the Homestead, for free food. They are practicing for opening night and my step dad is a cook/chef there. So, of course, I went. I had fabulous stuffed mushrooms. They were tasty. Then, I left. Walked the block and a half down the alley and onto the street, where I had to park. I proceeded to get lost for a few minutes (because I have no sense of direction). I, finally, found a familiar road and drove to my favorite gas station to get something to drink.

I had locked the doors because I do that at night when I get into the
car alone. No problem. One would think. However, Christine decided I must remain seated. I couldn't get the door to unlocked. It's electric and it was stuck. I could unlock ALL the other doors just not the drivers side. I could swear, when I tried it shocked me. Now I could have went home and gotten assistance but then there would be no witnesses to my dilemma or stupidity, whichever. I resigned myself to the fact that I could not exit through the driver door. So. I crawled my fat, ass over the center console and out the passenger door. I rounded the car and attempted twice, unsuccessfully, to unlock it with a key. But. The third time. I was TRIUMPHANT! I walked in the store. Purchased my lemonade and camel 99's and went back to
my evil, evil car. Without further incident.

1 comment:

  1. I have to figure out what I am doing that makes
    my text look so "choppy".