It was no fun at all on the drive home. When it started to rain I went for the windshield wipers. There were none. I panicked as the rain got heavier. Suddenly the wipers began. They are timed to the rain. Harder it rains, faster they go. Ok.
As it was getting dark I went for the brights. Sorry, no button. Here the car senses the darkness — it puts them on and when an oncoming car sees you, it dims them back. I know many of the new cars have these same options, but when you come from a 12 year old Prius with a blanket for a heater and a flashlight for headlights, well this is a little strange.
As I said, I was nervous as could be. Finally I get into my driveway and can’t figure out how to lock the car. Again I panic, not wanting to leave my brand new car unlocked. Luckily out of the corner of my eye I spy a “lock icon”, touch it, now it is locked. I am not sure if it will stay that way, so I tip-toe out of the car, close the door and it does stay locked. Unfortunately, my key card is inside and I have no way to retrieve it.
Four letter words flow from my mouth like gas pouring from an over-filled gas tank. Not knowing what to do, I call the dealership and express my fear and concerns. What will a locksmith have to do to get inside this space ship? The guy on the phone laughs a bit then tells me its going to be alright…
Right at this moment I am hating this crazy car.
