Last month when my brother came to Wisconsin for a visit, we spent the weekend driving around to admire the changing colors. On that Saturday, my brother, husband, daughter, grandchild, and I spent the day up north taking pictures, visiting a pumpkin patch, and enjoying the weather.
We went in my car, but my husband drove. My brother sat up in the front with him, and the rest of us were in the back seat. When we came home that evening, we were all tired. My husband pulled into the garage next to his car, and everyone got out except me.
When I reached in my purse, I must have hit the alarm on the key fob, setting off the horn. I started punching the alarm button, but nothing happened. So, I started punching the other buttons that have nothing to do with the alarm. Makes sense, right? While doing so, I locked the doors.
Flustered by my lack of results, all I could think of to do was to keep punching that same button again and again. (The classic definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.) My husband could see that I was punching the right one. So he thought, if it isn’t her car alarm that is bursting our eardrums, maybe it’s mine. So, he pushed the alarm button on his key fob. Do you see how well suited we are for one another?
Now, both car alarms were blaring. My husband was standing by his car pushing his button, which made his alarm go on and off. I was sitting in the back seat of my locked car doing the same, wondering why my car wouldn’t listen to me.
My brother and daughter were standing next to my car laughing and talking above the din. He said, “Do you think she will figure it out?” My daughter shook her head, “I doubt it.” Then he yelled something over to my husband who knocked on my window and yelled at me to unlock the car.
He opened the door and said, “It’s your other key fob.”
Yes, I have two key fobs. One is actually a remote starter, and the other one came with the car. I had been sitting in the back seat pushing the alarm on the remote starter. As soon as I punched the button on the right key fob, the alarm went off.
My brother and daughter said it was a lot of fun watching us. I wish I could have seen it, but I was too busy sitting in the back seat pushing buttons over and over.
8 thoughts on “Pushing the right buttons”
Hilarious, the only button that you guys didn’t hit was the panic button. I hope your neighbors weren’t home, or your ears would have been burning hot… Oh, and thanks for not living in Mass. lol. Sparkling pictures by the way.
The neighbors were at home and I’m sure they wondered what in the world was going on in our garage.
Thanks for a great laugh at the end of a long day. There’s something definitely Thurberesque about this sequence of events!
Glad you enjoyed it.
I especially love the first picture.
It was a strange ending to a lovely day admiring the trees.
My car has recently started locking itself whenever I get out of it, even though I haven’t pushed anything on the key fob. Life was easier when there was only a plain old key!
It was, but in this cold Wisconsin weather I really like not having to fumble with a key. I am a cold weather wimp.