Here's a short yet slightly humiliating story. I learned something very important.
Last night, Hubby and I stopped at a Sears store at the mall. They are having a big sale on drills, and he wanted to get one. Nothing is more boring to me than looking at power tools, so I had planned to stay in the car while he ran in to make his purchase. My Amazing Daughter called on my cell phone just as we pulled into the parking lot. As Hubby got out of the car, I subconsciously noticed that he grabbed the keys and locked the doors. I briefly thought, "I hope I don't need to roll down the window before he gets back", then continued on with my conversation.
The conversation ended, so I picked up my crossword puzzle book and started working on a puzzle. I was on quite a roll, filling in almost every blank without having to look in the back for the correct answer. (O.K. I admit, it was a book of easy crosswords, but it did sound impressive for a split second, didn't it?) I digress. The car started to feel a bit stuffy, and I knew I couldn't roll down the window, so I opened the door, which was locked. BIG MISTAKE.
That dumb security horn started blaring. HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!
Oh snap! How do I turn that thing off? I start looking around the dashboard, pushing every button I see, hoping it will stop the noise. I decided to text Hubby, hoping he was close enough to hit the panic button to stop the racket. Then the horn starts honking in different rhythms, rhythms I've never heard before and hope to never hear again! HONKHONKHONKHONK HONK HONKHONKHONKHONK HONK
It was horrible! It's hard to think with that much noise going on. Then I decided to pull out the car manual and look it up, but didn't know quite what to look under. HONK HONK HONK I'm still trying to find the "off" button on the dash. (Turns out there isn't one!) I decided to call Hubby again. Just as I finish dialing, way in the distance, I see him coming. (He said as soon as he heard the honking he knew it was me. What? Why? Oh well, he was coming.) Then I turned to my right, and saw a police car, and a police man (was his hand near the gun?? I can't be sure, but, maybe.) walking toward me. I turned my head a little more to the right, and saw another police car! TWO police cars? How embarrassing!
I looked up from the car manual on my lap, and said rather sheepishly, "I don't know how to turn it off!" He said, "So, you're not trying to steal this car?" Ummm, No, sir. Thankfully, Hubby arrived about the same time as the police. Of course, it would have been much better if he had arrived first! But, he vouched for me, and turned off that blaring honking!
So, a word of advice. If you ever find yourself sitting inside a locked car, make sure you unlock the door before opening it! Duh!