The second day of school we start carpool in the afternoon. We both drop our kids off, but my friend Sharon is picking up. After we leave school, I realize Sharon doesn't have a car seat for Grace. I call her on her cell phone and we decide to meet at her work. We are both on the interstate and traffic comes to a screeching halt. It turns out an 18 wheeler caught on fire and they have to re-route traffic. Sharon is patiently waiting in the right hand lane to get off the exit. I, on the other hand, come flying by her in the left lane with plans to jump in front of another car close to the exit. (Yes, I am that driver you are cursing and flipping off. You really shouldn't be surprised.) Once I have secured my spot at the front of the line (thank you silver pick up truck for texting and not paying attention), I tell Sharon to come around where she can get in front of me. She hesitates and finally comes to the dark side. At this point we are sitting on I-20 talking and waiting for traffic to move. Then it occurs to me:
Me: "Sharon, are your doors unlocked?"
Sharon: "Ummmm, no."
Me: "Unlock your doors for me."
Sharon: "What?"
At this point I jump out of the car, get the car seat out of the back and hand it to Sharon who is now standing with her back door open just laughing and shaking her head. Problem solved, she now has a car seat for Grace.
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