So I’m buzzing around town with a gazillion things in my head. I stop at the library, and since I’m childless at the moment, visit for a while. I come out and total panic.
My truck is gone.
Immediately all remaining brain cells shrivel up and die. I can’t believe I’m going to have tell my husband the truck was stolen. And OMG I’d rather walk than deal with the insurance company. So I’m on the phone with a police officer, reporting my truck stolen, and he says, “Did you leave it running?”
Umm…I don’t think so. It’s not very cold, so there wouldn’t be any reason to. But I fish in my pocket anyway and come up with…
…the keys to the service loaner. Yup, that white 1997 Grand Prix parked at the end of the row.
Scariest thing? Not the first time I’ve done that. So how was your day?
LOL!!!! Shannon! That’s totally something I’d do!!
Oh no, Shan! ((((hugs)))) On the plus side…. your truck’s not stolen….
It’s that temporary amnesia that happens when you walk into a store.
My wife always knows where we’ve parked the car, and I always have to force myself to remember. Like a mini-Alzheimers for autos. I come out of Wal-Mart with the basket and I’m going :shrug:
That gave me my biggest laugh of the day.
Ok, that story and my second glass of Pinot together did it, but I think it was mostly you
Oooooh, Pinot! I don’t know what it is, but it sounds alcoholic, so bring it on. I could use it. :nod:
And whenever I go to Walmart or the grocery store I park in the same row everytime. Even if I have to park a mile down that row. But on the rare occasion the husband drives me there, he’ll just park anywhere. I think he likes to watch me wander around aimlessly. (Because of course he ALWAYS knows where it is.) I should get one of those smiley antenna balls to pay him back.
You need J’s SUV. Those “big brother peeps” will call her and help her find it in a parking lot. Never once could we see the need for this but, umm, yeah, maybe we found the reason why they offer it.
Ah yes. I can picture the guy watching the satellite and playing a fun round of “Hotter, Colder” with me in the Walmart parking lot.
“You’re getting warmer…now colder…colder…was that a :penguin:?”
no really, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing WITH you…
Okay, I’m laughing at you :rofl:
never again will I laugh at the thought that Onstar will help me find my car in the parking lot…..:lmao: