We stepped out of the Wal-Mart superstore into the blazing South Carolina sun, laughing in amazement at all the food we had managed to stuff into our cart. Our sister’s holiday was now ready to begin.
Looking out at the vast sea of vehicles, we paused, wondering where on earth we had parked our little rental car. Turning in the general vicinity and talking non-stop, we began to nonchalantly wander the parking lot in search of the car.
It was clear we had no idea where to find the car. We could only remember it as “starting with an A and being little and gray.”
Yeah, we’re good at identifying cars like that.
“Well,” my very intelligent sister Susan suggested, “just keep hitting the button on the key fob, and we can follow the beep.”
Which would have been an excellent idea had I not rented the basic economy car that had
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