Do you know how many silver/gray Dodge Caravans there are...a bazillion! So last night I went up to the store at the end of my street. It's a small local IGA...not a huge megaplex. I come out of the store with a monster jug of laundry detergent and a bag with baked potatoes and a steak in it. I walk towards my car and start clicking the button on my key to unlock the door. Nothing. Again and again. Nope. I don't know anyting about
these key fobs or whatever they are called and I am thinking the battery is dead or something. My purse is in the car as I just took money in the store with me. No cell phone to call the hubby for the other set. Then I notice another woman trying to unlock her van. Both of us are standing there swearing, and clicking buttons. As I peer down the row of cars I then see there are SIX silver Dodge Vans parked in a row...in this small parking lot. SIX! Anyway, I dropped my groceries and walked over to the other woman and told her we were probably trying to get into each others vehicles. Then we laughed and switched postions. In the meantime, in what seemed like a microsecond, a young man rounding up carts saw my groceries on the ground and was taking them back in the store...so I have to chase him down.
Fibromites need vehicles that are flourescent and glow in the dark. When we click the button, the car should yell "over here, moron." I can't tell you how many times I have tried to get into someone else's car. I left Lowes once while the hubby wandered around forever, because my legs hurt and actually sat in someone else's unlocked van for about a half hour.
As I always say...Oh, the Humanity!