Visualize this:
I'm parked on Arby's parking lot, which abuts a doctor's building parking lot, separated by a strip of land. Cars park nearly grill to grill. I'm facing the door of the doctor's building, Arby's door is behind me. There are very few parked cars on either lot.
I come out and notice a woman in a car to my left on her cell phone. An old man on a walker is exiting the Doctor's Building, and I catch movement of a pedestrian walking past my car to go into Arby's.
The old guy stops right outside the Doctor's Building door and keeps looking my way. I get into my car and put it in reverse, then I lock my car doors. Immediately, the locks pop up.
Hmm. I try again. Again, the car unlocks.
My first instinct is fear. Who is messing with my remote? I look at the lady in the car involved in conversation. Nope, not her.
I look back at the man and wonder why he isn't leaving the doorway. He has his hands on his walker, making some kind of hand motion. I figure it's a mistake. Maybe we have the same kind of car/remote code or something.
I put the car in gear, lock the doors. POP, the locks reopen. This happens five more times. I put it in and out of gear trying to get my doors locked.
By now I am ticked off that this old buzzard is having fun at my expense. Messing with me!
I decide to just drive off and lock the car once I get on the street. As I back out, I see him making all sorts of hand motions. I am really upset at him and cast a dirty look his way. As I drive in reverse to leave the parking lot, in my rear-view mirror, I see an old woman exiting Arby's, motioning back at him.
Nearly out of control myself, I wanted to tell her to control her husband who was trying to mess with my controls.
I pull into the street, try again to lock my doors, with the same results. I drive to the corner and try again. Same thing. I'm wondering how much range his remote device has.
I stop at the stop light, and see the red light on my dash flashing DOOR AJAR. So, that is why it wouldn't latch.
When I realize the poor old man was only trying to get his wife's attention, I open and slam my door, lock it, and drive off in shame.
Ah, the writer's mind.
I'm parked on Arby's parking lot, which abuts a doctor's building parking lot, separated by a strip of land. Cars park nearly grill to grill. I'm facing the door of the doctor's building, Arby's door is behind me. There are very few parked cars on either lot.
I come out and notice a woman in a car to my left on her cell phone. An old man on a walker is exiting the Doctor's Building, and I catch movement of a pedestrian walking past my car to go into Arby's.
The old guy stops right outside the Doctor's Building door and keeps looking my way. I get into my car and put it in reverse, then I lock my car doors. Immediately, the locks pop up.
Hmm. I try again. Again, the car unlocks.
My first instinct is fear. Who is messing with my remote? I look at the lady in the car involved in conversation. Nope, not her.
I look back at the man and wonder why he isn't leaving the doorway. He has his hands on his walker, making some kind of hand motion. I figure it's a mistake. Maybe we have the same kind of car/remote code or something.
I put the car in gear, lock the doors. POP, the locks reopen. This happens five more times. I put it in and out of gear trying to get my doors locked.
By now I am ticked off that this old buzzard is having fun at my expense. Messing with me!
I decide to just drive off and lock the car once I get on the street. As I back out, I see him making all sorts of hand motions. I am really upset at him and cast a dirty look his way. As I drive in reverse to leave the parking lot, in my rear-view mirror, I see an old woman exiting Arby's, motioning back at him.
Nearly out of control myself, I wanted to tell her to control her husband who was trying to mess with my controls.
I pull into the street, try again to lock my doors, with the same results. I drive to the corner and try again. Same thing. I'm wondering how much range his remote device has.
I stop at the stop light, and see the red light on my dash flashing DOOR AJAR. So, that is why it wouldn't latch.
When I realize the poor old man was only trying to get his wife's attention, I open and slam my door, lock it, and drive off in shame.
Ah, the writer's mind.
8 comments:
Oh,man, I've done stuff like this. But just think, you gave that couple something to be mutually disgusted about. Probably kept the boredom out of their afternoon. =0)
Ah yes, I've had a few episodes like this. Different details but same idea. Live and learn, right? :)
I'll have to tell my mom this one. She will ask if you're one of those St. Louis crime writer women who get involved in crimes so they can write about them.
As I tell my kids, "Everything's not always about YOU, you know!"
I was afraid that you were supposed to be picking up Bill, and he was trying desperately to get your attention, because he couldn't walk home after whatever calamity landed him in a walker.
And I thought the old man was gesturing your way in an effort to get your autograph...You know, after that recent big-time acceptance???
Oh Linda. You are too much. That sounded like something I would do. Ha! Best thing you can do is say a prayer for the ol' geezer and his wifey. Susan p.s. Thanks so much for your faithful visits!
Goes to show there's a story in everything.
Pat
Critter Alley
Hahaha! This sounds so much like something that would happen to me. I'm just paranoid enough to think people are out to mess with me like this. I'm glad you figured out what was going on eventually. I probably would have driven all the way home before noticing the lit up message on the dash. :D
Oh, this SO sounds like something I would do...and think! Thanks for the laugh.
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