pipesgt wrote:
I came out of the grocery store and went to my vehicle and it wouldn’t respond to touch or to the “fob.” And, I walked around attempting same. And, I looked at the driver-door side panel where the code could be entered by hand. I knew it was my car because I just had washed it. This is where I normally park.
I started to think how I was going to get back home where I have another fob. Then, I pressed the ‘urgent” button and started hearing a honking sound a few parking lanes away. There was my vehicle just where I left it. Oh! No. Whew! I looked into the interior of the “wrong” car and could see things not mine. Then, I knew. Whew!
I’m not telling my family members because they think I am wealthy and will seize this opportunity to have me committed. Ha!
Joke’s on me.
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