The Extra Special First World Dilemma!

I have one week day every two weeks that I have off from work. This day is usually very packed with errands and Dr. appointments. This happened on such a day.

Out running errands for an upcoming family reunion, I flew into a 7Eleven to grab a DT. Coke. When I raced back out, I pressed my key to unlock the car. Nothing happend!  This key remote had been getting flaky over the past week or so. I walked around my car at different angles, but it would not unlock my car! I ran back in to search for a battery. No luck. I asked the store clerk if they carried them. She said, in broken English, that they don't carry that kind of battery. I set my things down on the counter frustrated. Opening the key, I moaned..

Me: uggggggh I DO NOT have time for this today!" (I continued to fidget with the battery) I hate to spend money on a locksmith, I have a spare key a ways down the street but its raining, of course!

Store clerk: I'm sorry, do you want to call police to help?

Me: I don't know, maybe I'll have too, or a locksmith! I'm just in a big hurry and have to be somewhere, uggggggh!!

Store clerk: Can't you just put the actual key in the car door and turn it? (With a slight smirk on her lips, she acted this out while she said it)

A sudden warmth crept into my cheeks and ears.

Trying to scrape together any sort of dignity I might have had left, I shook my head, sighed and said,
" I don't know, but its worth a try I guess."

I walked out, got in my car and quietly drove away.

When finally getting home later that day, I told my story to Brian.

Brian: Well Mom, sounds like I'm not the only extra special person in our family after all!