Goody Two Shoes is a Fool
My husband is out of the country and whilst he is away suggests I drive his nice and easy automatic car instead of the large geared van type thing my children said looks like an alien spaceship.
Great, says I and off we go to do the morning school run. On the drive home, I say to myself "not bad this car, easy to drive, I could get used to this ". I park the car and the ignition key will not come out. I push, I shove, I rattle, I pray, I promise, I try again and again ...no the thing is stuck. Dashing across the road, around the building and up three flights of stairs to our apartment to get a sheet to cover the dashboard and stuck key as well as the keys to the alien Spaceship vehicle I must now drive to the garage to see if anybody can help me.
I arrive at the garage sweaty and flustered and worrying about the car with the key stuck in it. I can barely speak English, let alone the local language. The receptionist takes one look at me and hands me straight over to the manager who says "calm down madame and tell me again slowly ". I do. I am almost crying as I tell the fateful story and stress of how my husband is away and he always uses this garage, etc etc, etc .
The Manager takes command and says “madame ....relax, I am taking control of this situation and we will sort it out immediately ". I want to kiss the man and offer to marry him I am so grateful but of course do not.
Poor Mohamed is taken off the car he is working on and told to pack a tool box (after he discovers I do not have one ) and check out a garage car and follow me to the key stuck car. After much huffing and puffing and feet dragging he does this and it requires a walk down the road to where the sign out cars are kept.
I am beside myself with thank yous and gratitude whilst trying to appear calm and collected and not like the dumb blonde I must seem to be.
Mohamed follows me to the key stuck car. I pull off the sheet hiding (or drawing attention to) the stuck key. I assure Mohamed the key is totally stuck and his journey has not been without reason.
He enters the car and immediately comes out with the key .....wow , I think , a miracle has happened , ecstatic till Mohamed says "you didn't put the car in P (park) .......next time do it " !
I am horrified at myself ,I apologise offer tea/ coffee/biscuits/ money/home made marmalade but he gives me a look that says " very stupid woman " and insists he has to get back to work in his signed out car.
Lesson learned: Automatic cars need to be in Park before you can remove the ignition key.