My Newbie is Showing...Part 3

My Car is Named Christine

My car is possessed. I was sent on a mission to buy food. So I get to the place and decide to take two minutes to see if I am close to the address. Patting myself on the back for finding my way out of a paper bag, i get out of the car and Hell's Bells, lights flashing, horn honking, dashboard going nuts. I tried to start it but it refused. And the ermergency blinkers were just a pain in the patootie, where are those things when you don't need them? Anyway, I got out of the car, and key locked the door, and then she was happy. I was pissed, but she was content that she sent for the sheriff when there was no crime.
I told this story to Paul the lawyer and he said better to be possessed than repossessed.
Thanks, Paul. That puts it all in perspective.