Mathematically it also means those of us with aching hips will likely never suffer from the debilitating effects of Alzheimer’s. And now I have no medical excuse for the fact that I can never find my car at the mall. It’s totally genetic. And I don’t take after anyone strange.
My mother once called the police because her car was stolen. While they were filling out the report, the car was “recovered” from behind our bank building, where in fact, she had parked it. Once I found her keys in the freezer. Then there was the time she drove home from the local pool with my little brother on the car roof. He managed to hold on to the luggage rack for 5 miles.
If you have never suffered the humiliation of riding around for two hours (every side of Dillard’s) in the parking lot security cart, clicking the panic button on your key alarm, praying that something happens – you really haven’t lived. Especially if it’s over 100 degrees outside and there’s a pungent Chinese restaurant dumpster on the route. Over and over….
Embrace GPS tracking technology! DashTrac is so accurate. If I lose my car, I can call ANYONE to find it for me online. Sorry, Mall Cop. Our relationship is over.
