in his own truck. That's what Hubby was when he called me from the doctor's office. His key had died. And the truck alarm system is really, really sensitive. I drove over with the extra key. I didn't realize that he was inside the truck when he called because he is such a master of understatement. Just...bring me a key, please. Mine is dead. I arrived to find him sitting inside and very still. Even bumping the steering wheel with his knee caused his alarm to go off. He was probably driving the office crazy. I knew what he meant. Even a thunderstorm can't sneak past us without setting the alarm off a dozen times. We sit in the living room with a key in our hand to turn it off or just eventually unlock the truck. But since the neighbor's car got stolen outside our window by pushing it into the street, I know no one can do that to the truck. We had been having problems off and on with DS's car and the alarm, so I got in the habit of carrying the spare key with me. Hubby will no longer laugh at that. He pantomined the unlocking/locking/unlocking whatever sequence so I could go through the routine and open the truck door to let him out. Needless to say, getting a new key thingy is first on the list for today. DS's keys cost a pretty penny so I am assuming we will hit the auto fund for the truck key. So very glad we have one now....
A Prisoner.....
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I would be one to say "just bring the keys" as well
again no pun intended
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