The Right Keys
I was distracted from paperwork on my desk today by an irregular honking in the parking lot adjacent my work place. I'll admit that I am easily distracted from "work."
A young male co-worker,TH, was also intrigued and walked with me toward the windows.
There, in the parking lot, was a very elderly woman struggling to unlock a car door. She continued to push the keyless remote and pull unsuccessfully on the handles. We watched her attempt to open it manually with the key and then walk to the passenger side and repeat all of the above.
TH decided to be a boy scout and do his good deed for the day. I remained inside, but started snickering when it became apparent that he, too, was fruitless in his efforts with the lock.
A telephone call saved him from further investigation and he passed the keys off to me along with a baffled expression.
"See what you can do, " he challenged.
I walked out to the car and pressed the unlock button on the remote. I heard a click. I pushed it again and cocked my head sideways. The click was coming from another car. I turned around and pulled the door open on a four-door white sedan in the stall right next to the obstinate one.
"Is this your car?" I asked her with a sweet smile. If nothing else, I can smile very sweetly when fighting the urge to bust a gut.
"Oh dear, Oh dear," she gasped, and busied herself from the other side of the wrong car.
By the time she reached me and her keys, she was giggling like a kid.
"I'm 91 years old. " she chortled and slapped her knee. "I sure hope you don't tell anybody what I did!"
Who... me?
A young male co-worker,TH, was also intrigued and walked with me toward the windows.
There, in the parking lot, was a very elderly woman struggling to unlock a car door. She continued to push the keyless remote and pull unsuccessfully on the handles. We watched her attempt to open it manually with the key and then walk to the passenger side and repeat all of the above.
TH decided to be a boy scout and do his good deed for the day. I remained inside, but started snickering when it became apparent that he, too, was fruitless in his efforts with the lock.
A telephone call saved him from further investigation and he passed the keys off to me along with a baffled expression.
"See what you can do, " he challenged.
I walked out to the car and pressed the unlock button on the remote. I heard a click. I pushed it again and cocked my head sideways. The click was coming from another car. I turned around and pulled the door open on a four-door white sedan in the stall right next to the obstinate one.
"Is this your car?" I asked her with a sweet smile. If nothing else, I can smile very sweetly when fighting the urge to bust a gut.
"Oh dear, Oh dear," she gasped, and busied herself from the other side of the wrong car.
By the time she reached me and her keys, she was giggling like a kid.
"I'm 91 years old. " she chortled and slapped her knee. "I sure hope you don't tell anybody what I did!"
Who... me?
Comments
Should she be driving if she doesn't know her car?
Just a sleep-deprived mommy.
My kids tried to get into the wrong car in the walmart parking lot yesterday. I was chortling at them a bit too;)
Fun post!
PS you've been tagged!!
:)
Tooo funny!!!
I've come close to doing this very thing...at least getting ready to unlock a vehicle and realizing it just resembled mine...at least she kept her humor! :)
And, yeah, sounds like we all might suffer from this malady! Age has nothin' to do w/it I'm afraid...!
Once I got out I looked at the car to see how I could have made such a mistake. I was still puzzled as the car that didn't belong to me was a Ford Explorer and I drive a Chevy Tahoe. They were the same color though.
"The bluest sky you've ever seen...in Seattle" Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Was I the only girl who didn't have a crush on Bobby Sherman?
Oh yeah, you posted a story...that was cute. That's me next year.
Yikes!
(and, Yes, when I drove a "generic" vehicle I confused it all the time!)
I know, you're so surprised, aren't you?
ivy