It was chilly last night. The following dialogue ensued.
“Brrr. Don’t you have remote start?”
“Yes!” Fumbles in the dark looking for keys, can’t see the symbols. Proceeds to press all of the indents.
The lights come on, the car is awake, and the trunk opens!
If I hadn’t gone to the bathroom prior to leaving I would have peed my pants laughing as hard as we did.
“Technology is wasted on you, Mother.”