Wednesday, January 18, 2006
A missed opportunity for Atlanta thieves
My lovely, intelligent, and not at all crazy spouse left this afternoon on a business trip to Washington, D.C. Around the time she was scheduled to board her plane, I get a phone call.
"Um, honey? I may have accidentally left my keys in the truck. Could you stop by the airport parking lot and make sure the truck is secure?"
Grumble grumble grumble. Oh, well, the things we do for love, right?
Stop by the airport parking lot. Spouse is all the way in our nation's capital by now. How will I know which of these vehicles, in this vast Atlanta parking lot, is hers?
It's the one that's unlocked, with the headlights on and the engine running.
So neener neener, Atlanta theives. You missed out on a chance to get a 2004 Chevy Silverado for the cost of a day's parking.
As for the spouse, she's still lovely, and intelligent, and not at all crazy.
Oh, yeah, and if she doesn't learn what that "vroom" noise coming from the front of the car is all about, her next ride is a Schwinn.
"Um, honey? I may have accidentally left my keys in the truck. Could you stop by the airport parking lot and make sure the truck is secure?"
Grumble grumble grumble. Oh, well, the things we do for love, right?
Stop by the airport parking lot. Spouse is all the way in our nation's capital by now. How will I know which of these vehicles, in this vast Atlanta parking lot, is hers?
It's the one that's unlocked, with the headlights on and the engine running.
So neener neener, Atlanta theives. You missed out on a chance to get a 2004 Chevy Silverado for the cost of a day's parking.
As for the spouse, she's still lovely, and intelligent, and not at all crazy.
Oh, yeah, and if she doesn't learn what that "vroom" noise coming from the front of the car is all about, her next ride is a Schwinn.
