No key detected!

Every Sunday, my family meets to have lunch or dinner together.

This past weekend, we went to J. Alexander's. I had been craving red meat (Is that weird? Confession- I love red meat). My steak was divine.

Anyway.

After lunch, my mom and I wanted to stop by this nearby shop. My dad said he would drop us off and drive around for a bit until we were finished.

Lovely, lovely.

My mom and I were ruminating over the purchase of a beautiful scarf when my dad called her cell phone.

"You have the key with you! The car's acting up! It's going to stop moving soon."

AHHHH!!!!!

My mom has a car that has a push button start. You just drive with the key relatively nearby. You know, like in your pocket or in the center console. Not two miles away in a women's clothing and accessories shop.

We left the scarf behind and quickly made our way back out to the curb.

My dad pulled up a few minutes later, laughing.

Apparently the car had been saying, "No key detected! No key detected!"

Lesson of the day: You cannot drive a car without a key.

Or maybe you can. For at least seven minutes or so.

This picture always makes me laugh. It's from a time when my mom, little brother, and dad all had to squeeze into my dad's backseat. It's completely irrelevant to this post except for the fact that the setting is a car.