I, apparently, break into cars now. It was a battle royale between me and the car alarm on the new Outback. Since I'm not used to having vehicles that have alarms and electronic windows, I felt like a felon every time I opened something.
Rings, bells and whistles. This alarm is no joke...dogs for miles heard me idiotically curse at my car for 10 minutes just to put my bag in the backseat. Then I had to close the door. By this point, everyone at Starbucks is just watching me sweat worse than Whitney. Today just so happened to be the day that I met up with the Lats, Jesse and LJ to fix up the business and go through things. And these guys don't quit.
I was at the mercy of my boys and it wasn't fun at all. It's all good though, we'll be out tonight with the other fellas embarrassing each other to no end. It will be spellbinding.
After our meeting, I got back to the car and try to put the alarm on silent.
Ok...the doors unlock. The alarm is presumably on silent. So far so good. I reach for the driver's side of the door. BEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP. I jump inside and lock myself in the car.
A car that has been sitting in the sun for a good measure of the morning and here I am wearing 4 layers of shirts...thinking it was gon' be cold. WRONG-O again. I sit in a locked car...alarm blaring...with no air. This goes on for about 15 minutes.
I see the guys across the parking lot in their cars laughing. My sweaty ass finally decided to stick the key in the ignition and...MAGIC. The blaring stops.
I'm going to have to re-read this damn manual on how to destroy a stupid car alarm. I'll never make it as a car thief.
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