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Okay, I'm going to cheat here. I realized I didn't have a blog for today. I had posted a story on someones blog about Mira Mesa on this website. Something about them having their senior pictures taken. I just thought I would cut and paste that story here. I did that (it's below):
I remember my senior pictures at Mira Mesa High (in 1986). Don't know the place, but it was in Hillcrest. I drove down there, and saw two guys kissing. That was a weird site .
Then, I locked my keys in my Mustang. My mom, who is the worst driver and the worst and finding anyplace that isn't within a 1 mile radius of our New Salem home, had to drive up to bring my spare keys. She drove passed my car twice. Once, with me in the photography place watching as she looked all around, driving slowly down the street.
The second time, with me jumping up and down on the sidewalk, waving her over. And her not seeing, as the maroon colored Oldsmobile stationwagon just drove by.
When she found it the third time, she was screaming as she threw my keys at me.
Two minutes later I was called in for my photo to be taken. I still managed to smile.
And they airbrushed out the two pimples I had on my face.
I love professional photographers : - )
Well, that post on some guys blog, got me thinking. Why do so many people lock their keys in their car?
A month after I bought my first car, I locked the keys in it. I was washing and waxing it and luckily, it was in the driveway. And, with these senior pictures, that's the last time I did that.
To me, it's like burning the roof of your mouth on hot pizza. It can happen a few times. Then you should learn, and next time, wait a few minutes before biting into it.
After you lock your keys in your car a few times (and with cars now, it will beep and make noise, not allowing you to do that), you really shouldn't be doing that with regularity.
My stepbrother called me at midnight the other day. He had lost his house key, I think, at 24 Hour Fitness. Lucky for him, I was just leaving a late racquetball game with a friend and was able to swing by his place.
I asked him why he doesn't keep his house key on a keyring, with his car keys, like every other normal person. He said, "That makes my keychain too bulky."
Now, I admit, I have a keychain that's like a womans. I have a lot of things dangling from it. I have some silver star the Make-a-Wish Foundation gave me. I have a miniature Van Halen album. And, I have this leather basketball, that's also a flashlight. All of which is unnecessary, but for different reasons, have sentimental value. And I don't try to stuff them down my pants. I like them dangle from my pocket, with just the car alarm gadget inside my pocket.
I have dated women in the past that say "I'm not going to be home from work yet, but I have an extra key under the doormat." Or they have one socked away under a potted plant on the porch. I always tell them how unsafe that is. It just takes one person seeing that. Or some criminal looking under the mat. Or even an exboyfriend that goes into pyscho mode.
But, I guess carrying keys around is so hard for some people, they have to resort to these tactics.
Okay, I'm going to cheat here. I realized I didn't have a blog for today. I had posted a story on someones blog about Mira Mesa on this website. Something about them having their senior pictures taken. I just thought I would cut and paste that story here. I did that (it's below):
I remember my senior pictures at Mira Mesa High (in 1986). Don't know the place, but it was in Hillcrest. I drove down there, and saw two guys kissing. That was a weird site .
Then, I locked my keys in my Mustang. My mom, who is the worst driver and the worst and finding anyplace that isn't within a 1 mile radius of our New Salem home, had to drive up to bring my spare keys. She drove passed my car twice. Once, with me in the photography place watching as she looked all around, driving slowly down the street.
The second time, with me jumping up and down on the sidewalk, waving her over. And her not seeing, as the maroon colored Oldsmobile stationwagon just drove by.
When she found it the third time, she was screaming as she threw my keys at me.
Two minutes later I was called in for my photo to be taken. I still managed to smile.
And they airbrushed out the two pimples I had on my face.
I love professional photographers : - )
Well, that post on some guys blog, got me thinking. Why do so many people lock their keys in their car?
A month after I bought my first car, I locked the keys in it. I was washing and waxing it and luckily, it was in the driveway. And, with these senior pictures, that's the last time I did that.
To me, it's like burning the roof of your mouth on hot pizza. It can happen a few times. Then you should learn, and next time, wait a few minutes before biting into it.
After you lock your keys in your car a few times (and with cars now, it will beep and make noise, not allowing you to do that), you really shouldn't be doing that with regularity.
My stepbrother called me at midnight the other day. He had lost his house key, I think, at 24 Hour Fitness. Lucky for him, I was just leaving a late racquetball game with a friend and was able to swing by his place.
I asked him why he doesn't keep his house key on a keyring, with his car keys, like every other normal person. He said, "That makes my keychain too bulky."
Now, I admit, I have a keychain that's like a womans. I have a lot of things dangling from it. I have some silver star the Make-a-Wish Foundation gave me. I have a miniature Van Halen album. And, I have this leather basketball, that's also a flashlight. All of which is unnecessary, but for different reasons, have sentimental value. And I don't try to stuff them down my pants. I like them dangle from my pocket, with just the car alarm gadget inside my pocket.
I have dated women in the past that say "I'm not going to be home from work yet, but I have an extra key under the doormat." Or they have one socked away under a potted plant on the porch. I always tell them how unsafe that is. It just takes one person seeing that. Or some criminal looking under the mat. Or even an exboyfriend that goes into pyscho mode.
But, I guess carrying keys around is so hard for some people, they have to resort to these tactics.