Idiot stick
True story, this.
Last night after work, I got to Macarthur station, got off the train and mosied (moseyed?) on over to where I'd parked my car that morning. I found the passenger side door unlocked, and feeling a tad silly, put my stuff inside (laptop and backpack) and locked the door. I then went around to the driver's side, and for some reason the key wasn't working.
It was, of course, at this point that I noticed my car. 5 meters or so away.
So, I got to wait about 2.5 hours for the owner of the car (a young lady on a night out with her girlfriend) to finish watching a movie, at which point I explained to them that I was not a crazed lunatic but instead merely a fuckwit. I retrieved my stuff and drove home, very tired and rather depressed.
True story, that.
Last night after work, I got to Macarthur station, got off the train and mosied (moseyed?) on over to where I'd parked my car that morning. I found the passenger side door unlocked, and feeling a tad silly, put my stuff inside (laptop and backpack) and locked the door. I then went around to the driver's side, and for some reason the key wasn't working.
It was, of course, at this point that I noticed my car. 5 meters or so away.
So, I got to wait about 2.5 hours for the owner of the car (a young lady on a night out with her girlfriend) to finish watching a movie, at which point I explained to them that I was not a crazed lunatic but instead merely a fuckwit. I retrieved my stuff and drove home, very tired and rather depressed.
True story, that.