“This is,” he thought, “a perky little rig.” Step on the gas and zoom. Sunny day, traffic is light. Crap music on the radio but no big deal. To make it even better, the cute guard is on duty at the UN, she waves him past before he can fumble his ID this time.
Many empty spaces in the parking garage. Zip into a close one. Turn off lights. Set parking brake. Exit vehicle. Shut door. Assume jaunty pose and *doink* the remote-control key at car.
Instead of locking car, the trunk pops open. Go to trunk and root around inside for a minute, so that anyone watching might be tricked into thinking your man opened it on purpose.
Glance at remote-control key, surreptitiously, figure out which button actually locks car, and try again.
That’s not bad–I have a nasty habit of doing something that sets of the horn-honk mode.
OK, I feel much better now, having done that exact thing more than once. I do have to wonder why I care so much who’s watching me, though….
i have so done that. like, so done that.
Heh, your IP number has been logged.
Does the Mercedes come with all the fancy other options like blinkers (or what do you call them in English?) and a speedometer?
You mean “optical directional signal indicators”?
It even has a pommes frites holder, with a little ring thing for ketchup mayonnaise.
Smooth operator, reeeeeal smooth
Sounds like my kind of old person’s car ;)
Could one hold beers as well in the pommes frites holder?