Posted 27 January, 09on:
As I walked towards my car in the school parking lot, I pressed the unlock button the remote. I thought it was odd that I did hear the “click, click,” but I pulled on the door handle anyway. Nothing. I press the remote again. Still no “click, click,” but I pull on the door handle anyway. Thinking the battery in the remote must be dead, I put my key in the lock. Nothing….because it was not my car. You would have thought the booster seats in the back seat would have been my first clue.
Another teacher has the exact same car as I do. Ok, his car has fewer dings in the doors than mine….and booster seats. Being twins makes it a little confusing in the parking lot. The license plate is usually a tip off, however, today, I looked at the back of the car, noticing how I need to wash off the salt, and did not even register that the license plate was not mine.
I am choosing to blame it on the cold. It was that misty, cold rain and 35 degrees. If it is going to be that cold, anything falling out of the sky should be snow because at least it would be pretty.