Ohnoes.

[laligin]

Lali drove to Guides last night. All by her lonesome. Not a problem. And all the way home, too, right up until the point that there was a big fat woodpigeon sitting in the driveway. Stupid bird decided not to move when I'm pulling the car in. So I stop. I sit. I wait ('cause I don't want to run the beggar over and get feathery bloodstains all over the bumper of Mum's nice freshly-cleaned car). It FINALLY flies out of my way, and I go to carry on in the driveway, and what do I do? I stall.

Okay, fine, never mind. Recover, pull in, park, stop, turn everything off, open the door -

ALARM GOES OFF!

What the hell?!

Gah. I closed the door again and it stopped. I sat there for a minute or so, maybe-slightly-just-a-bit panicking and wondering what I'd done. Wondered if I'd left something on when I turned the engine off. So I turned the engine on a step to check.

ALARM GOES OFF AGAIN!

Ouchie. LOUD. But all fine! Engine back off, door open, give up, ALARM GOING OFF MASSIVELY, find house keys, storm inside, find Mum and wail, "What do I do?"

By the time we get back out there the car's settled down and playing nice again.

Stupid car.

Stupid bloody woodpigeon, though. Next time I'll just run the thing over.

Grrr...

Comments

[ranamag.livejournal.com]

Eek! Over-touchy alarms...tch. Much sympathy.

Although, I would have screamed with laughter if there's been a flashing pigeon-shaped light on the dashboard. They have seatbelt lights, it's only one step away!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

*snerks* Ohyes. We should get one installed. That would have been quite hysterical! *dancy*

I have to do the same drive alone again tonight. I'm thinking of stealing a cow-guard from a train and fixing it to the front bumper. 'Cause if I hit a woodpigeon this time, it'd probably dent the car...