Kind of in the vein of DrChako's "stories I should keep to myself," I found myself marveling last night that I graduated with two degrees.
It had been a long day (weekend, week, month . . . you name it). I was a little tired, but had gamely agreed to meet up with some work pals. I only had one glass of wine, partly because I had to drive myself home, but partly because I was feeling a little under the weather, so I wasn't drunk.
I jumped in the Lexus to go home. Put my foot on the pedal and pushed the start button. Nothing.
I check my purse. Yes, I have the key fob that my push-button start needs to recognize in order for the car to start.
I depress the pedal again, and push the start button. Nothing. Now I'm starting to worry. I'm tired. Ready to go home. I have AAA, but I don't want to call for a dead battery. My mind is racing.
"Please, M." I bargain with my car. "I'm going to try one more time. Please start for me."
Depress pedal. Push start. Nothing. Except this message on the dash.
"You must depress the BRAKE pedal before pushing start."
I guess it doesn't work so well with the gas pedal. I sheepishly moved my foot over, and she purred back at me.
Hey, I've only got 20,000 miles on it . . . I could still be learning . . . maybe . . . technology is hard.