The other night I was the last to leave my women's club meeting. It was abut 9:15 PM. I was carrying an armful. My pocketbook was hanging on my shoulder and my hand on that arm was carrying a coffee pot. My other arm and hand carried a bag with stuff that went with the coffee pot--extension, creamer, sugar, stirrers, and two prizes I had won in the raffle.
I walked slowly and carefully. I plopped everything on the hood of my car. "Whew! Made it." Then I searched in my pocketbook for my car keys. But when I pushed the unlock button I didn't hear anything or see the lock pop up. I pressed again. And again. Huh? I wondered if it needed a battery. I tried the key in the door's lock. No way would it go in. I pressed unlock and nothing. Maybe if I pressed lock and then unlock.
I did. I pressed "lock." Just then I heard a beep--from across the street. I looked. There was my car across the street all lit up from my pressing every button on my gadget.
All this time I had been trying to get in Father Jack's car.