I came out of the grocery store with my purse on one arm and several bags of groceries on the other. As usual, my plan was to drop it all on the passenger seat. I don’t always lock the doors since the radio was stolen because I prefer to let potential thieves into my car without breaking a window, especially now that there is no radio for them to steal.
Anyway, I was a little annoyed to find the passenger door of my car locked – then I remembered that I had locked the doors while driving, and only unlocked the driver door when I got out. Of course the passenger door was locked.
I stopped jiggling the handle with a little grunt of frustration. Then a voice inquired from right behind me,
“Is there a problem? Because that’s my car.”
My car was 6 spaces up.
And just for the record, my passenger door was locked too.
On a similar note, and also because today is the first of November, traditionally a month dedicated to thankfulness: I am thankful to have a Mustang. Even if it’s the most common car and color in the state of Texas. It’s not a fancy car, not an expensive car, and not even a particularly comfortable car. But it’s my dream car.