Bells, dings, doors locking and unlocking. . .it was madness!
Every other Tuesday at 5:00 pm, I have my nails done. It's my little bit of luxury! So, last Tuesday, I drove downtown to Sausalito Nail Salon (http://bit.ly/2mURFNS) for my appointment. A mani/pedi. An extra bit of luxury this time! With flip flops on, I was ready!
I had just turned off my engine, and started looking for quarters for the parking meter when all of a sudden, the truck started locking, and unlocking its doors, the alarm kept chirping, my seat was moving forward and backwards.
In other words, it just started freaking out!
had my keys in my hand while I was looking for quarters so I thought maybe I was hitting the buttons on my fob.
But even when I put my keys down, and not touch the fob, everything was still going haywire! I kept pressing the unlock button thinking it would clear it.
I pressed the lock button, then unlock thinking that would clear it.
So I decided to start my truck and then turn it off. That should clear it!
As soon as I turned off the engine, grabbed my purse, and jumped out of the truck. But then it started freaking out again.
Chirping, locking, lights flashing, seat moving.
I was so mad by that point. I had just picked up my truck from the mechanic, because he had to fix my parking brakes. He was supposed to do that last December when he serviced all my brakes before our trip to Washington. But apparently, even though we asked him to, he forgot the parking brakes. The left parking brake shattered last Saturday. So we had to carefully drive home from Marshall with a squeaky truck.
But he didn't touch the electrical system, I thought. So why was my car freaking out!
Just then, I happened to notice something behind me, so I slowly turned around. And what did I see. . .
My Faithful Sherpa in his work truck, Old Paint, laughing and laughing and laughing. I walked over to him, and he had his set of car keys for my truck in his hands, pushing both buttons on his fob, causing my car to freak out.
I've never seen him laugh so hard!!!
But I wasn't laughing at that point. I looked like a crazy woman standing out on the street, with my bright pink flip flop in my hand, smacking my Faithful Sherpa on his arm.
"YOU JERK" I yelled. "You had me so freaked out!!! The seat kept moving back and forth and the alarm kept going off! I didn't know what to do!"
"The seat was moving?" he asked between laughs.
"Yeah, and it was freaking me out."
And then he laughed even harder. So I turned around and stormed away.
God I love him!