Being unique has its virtues. I find it particularly wonderful in people and in cars. If only our family van had that virtue. I’ve seen so many vans like ours I wonder if the company ran out of ideas, hit the “repeat” button and called it a day.
After a shopping trip with my girls, we ran through a surprise rain storm to get into our car. When we reached the car I put the key into the lock, but nothing happened. I tried to put the key into the other door, but it wouldn’t budge either. My girls were yelling “Mom, hurry up! We’re getting soaked!” I was also getting drenched and very frustrated.
I gathered my girls and headed back to the store. While we stood there dripping, my mind was flooding with solutions to fix my car. I mean, there must be something wrong with the car, right? I thought, ‘Call for a tow truck. Call my mother to pick us up. Call a locksmith.'
I told my girls to wait at the store entrance while I went into the rain storm to try this again. When I reached the car I thought I would try the lock at the back. As my hand went for the lock I noticed the license plate. ‘I don’t have a white license plate. What the heck?’ That’s when I stood in the middle of the parking lot and spun around to see MY van one row over with my distinct Little Bobble Head Buddha dash ornament staring at me with his wise smirk, as if to say “No door shall open for one who doesn’t use the right key.”
On our drive home I couldn’t stop giggling. Yes, my girls were frustrated and uncomfortable with their drenched hair and wet clothes. However, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. I had been begging the girls to wash their hair for days!
After a shopping trip with my girls, we ran through a surprise rain storm to get into our car. When we reached the car I put the key into the lock, but nothing happened. I tried to put the key into the other door, but it wouldn’t budge either. My girls were yelling “Mom, hurry up! We’re getting soaked!” I was also getting drenched and very frustrated.
I gathered my girls and headed back to the store. While we stood there dripping, my mind was flooding with solutions to fix my car. I mean, there must be something wrong with the car, right? I thought, ‘Call for a tow truck. Call my mother to pick us up. Call a locksmith.'
I told my girls to wait at the store entrance while I went into the rain storm to try this again. When I reached the car I thought I would try the lock at the back. As my hand went for the lock I noticed the license plate. ‘I don’t have a white license plate. What the heck?’ That’s when I stood in the middle of the parking lot and spun around to see MY van one row over with my distinct Little Bobble Head Buddha dash ornament staring at me with his wise smirk, as if to say “No door shall open for one who doesn’t use the right key.”
On our drive home I couldn’t stop giggling. Yes, my girls were frustrated and uncomfortable with their drenched hair and wet clothes. However, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. I had been begging the girls to wash their hair for days!