Season’s Greedings

On Christmas Day you can’t get sore

Your fellow man you must adore

There’s time to rob him all the more

The other three hundred and a-six-a-ty-a-four!

Tom Lehrer

My daughter and I braved the crowds yesterday.  We went to Kohls and bought nightgowns for a relative and inexpensive jewelry for some teenaged friends.  Then we went to Coldwater Creek and bought a couple of Christmas mugs and hot chocolate stirrers made of peppermint.  Next, Walmart, a store at which I never shop for myself because I don’t like their business practices, but a gift card from there was on a list for a family my agent adopted.  (She asked for gifts for this family in lieu of all the fattening stuff we clients send her this time of year.  Great idea!)  I am well aware that turning up your nose at Walmart is something you do if you can afford to, and not everyone can.  Final stop: Petsmart for gifts for the new puppies.

Does the stuff in my car at this point sound like a haul?  Tempting enough to try to pop my lock with a screwdriver, only to end up pushing the mechanism inside the door where a key can’t reach it, without actually getting into the car?  Enough to screw up the window molding with a Slim Jim?  Tempting enough to leave the nice lady and girl carrying doggy beds for the fireplace hearth with no way to get into the car?  (You can tell I’m a nice lady—I have a “coexist” bumper sticker!)  See, my key remote hasn’t worked in months, and there’s only one lock on the whole car.

All this in a neighborhood where, under no circumstances, does one leave a car overnight.  A car with no lock is bad, but one with no tires?  That’s what I’d have this morning if I left it.

Really?  At Christmas?  Well, of course at Christmas, that’s when people have packages in their cars.  And as little as all that stuff was worth, I know whoever did it didn’t know what was in the packages.  It’s a numbers game.  The more cars you hit, the more likely there’s a treasure in there somewhere.  It’s just annoying.

At any rate, thank God for my husband and his warm car and good company and the nice guy from Pop-a-Lock.  It may have taken him over an hour to get there, but my car did not have to spend the night in the parking lot of a borderline neighborhood waiting to be stripped to the chassis, and DH, the Girl, and I had some quality time hanging out in DH’s Scion waiting.

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4 Responses to Season’s Greedings

  1. JohnSherck says:

    Hey! Our car’s key remote hasn’t worked in months either, and likewise only has one lock… you’ve suddenly given me incentive to get the battery replaced in our “key”! I’m glad you were able to make the best of a bad situation and emerge unscathed!

    • admin says:

      I just got the lock fixed today, so life will go on. It’ll be nice not to be afraid that I’ll just automatically lock the door without thinking!

  2. Hugs, Paula. That is just not fun.

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