I've had it. Car-man doesn't like the car alarm chirp and I do. He finds the sound loud and annoying. I, on the other hand, know that when it's activated, my assortment of water bottles and dirty laundry (even in plain view) are safe. Intruders run the risk of my trustworthy siren.
Granted I recognize that most people nowadays ignore the racket. Even I've been known to "turn the other way" in my passion at completing another round of errands. Yet the cacophony gives me a fleeting sense of security.
What I didn't realize until today was that the familiar chirp also could have preserved what remaining dignity I have.
After I victory-lunched with my incredible team of wild web women (explanation to follow in a future blog), I tried to retrace my steps to where I parked my car. Just my luck there wasn't a trail of bread crumbs like those used by Hansel and Gretel. Nor were there any numbers or letters like those posted in some mall lots. I'd have to rely on pure instinct to guide me to the safe and warm confines of my sedan.
After stewing for 10 minutes (and not thinking too kindly of Car-man!), I realized that if I had my chirp, I wouldn't be stranded. I wouldn't even have to act like I knew where I was going.
I was reduced to plan 2. I travelled up and down the aisles hoping to spot the car with the open trunk before anyone else did.
The moral of the story:
Hansel and Gretel had the right idea.
1 comment:
Oh Susie, that was FUNNY. A month ago when the girls came up to celebrate Larry’s birthday, we all went iceskating. Well, we had taken separate cars, and Larry had dropped me off and parked our car. Next event of consequences was…. Larry sprawling on the ice after trying to do a fancy backwards step, knocked out, with a certain amount of blood spreading over the ice from his head. When he came to, his short-term memory was gone (temporarily, I hasten to say), and we waited for the ambulance. Meanwhile, WHERE WAS THE CAR? He had no idea where it was – he had forgotten the year, let alone the iceskating, let alone knowing where the car was! Well, Eve and Miriam started the search – with the help of the trusted bleeper. And – found it – about three cars away from our other car that they had parked. THANKS to that device that your dear husband eschews! Tell him the dire consequences if he has a concussion. (By the way, Larry is fine – a few stitches at the hospital, no longterm damage – recovery from concussion complete.) Love you, Susie!
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