Sunday, October 13, 2013

Fleepin' Beepin'

I love the whole key fob concept.  It's quite fabulous.  Especially with my car as I only have to have the fob in the car with me to make the car go.  No hunting for a key in the bottom of my purse.  No key in the ignition.  I totally loved it, that is, until yesterday.

I was sitting in the house happily painting, and BEEP!  Hey, was that my car?  I walk out to the carport.  BEEP!  BEEP! Hmmmmmm....BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

OK, weirdness.  I go back in and get my keys...go back out and push the lock button.  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP! I push the unlock button.  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP! OK, serious weirdness.

Side note:  People going to the ACL fest are streaming by my house at this time, likely wondering what the crazy lady is doing locking and unlocking her car over and over and over and....

I go back in and sit at the table.  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

Nope, not gonna go back out there and try to solve this.  Nope.

BEEP!   BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

 Dave gets home.  "Maybe it's my broken fob to your car."  (Somehow Dave's fob got beat up in his pocket.  All the buttons are broken off.  The thing looks pitiful.)

The fob hangs on our key hanger thingie...and it definitely looks like it feels guilty.  I grab it, go out, lock my car...BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!...unlock my car...BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!...go back in and take that fob of ill refute to a far-away corner of the house.

And...silence.

Fleepin' beepin' psycho fob!  Containment achieved.

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