Car Alarm
A few years back when I was single and carefree I used to spend my Sunday nights in North Wales.
I find Connahs Quay, Flintshire, very lively (yeah a rough estate) but made loads of friends.
One of my mates (who still lives there) and I used to go around a few pubs, as you do; get a take away and pass out J.
Trouble is I am known to get lost, and once I ended up at a graveyard.
Yeah I know it’s not a lively place to hang out!
Anyway, I borrowed my stepfather’s car, which was a Proton. It was a brand new car at the time and I used to park out side my friend’s house, stay overnight and drive home in the evening of next day.
It had a car alarm and for some strange reason my stepfather like to keep the car alarm key separate to the car keys.
One day I turned the alarm off, put alarm key fob in pocket and used the car key to open the car to get in.
As I started the car the alarm fob must have activated to set the alarm off.
I was driving along and looking in mirror I saw my friend waving trying to stop me to tell me the alarm was off.
But I actually thought he was waving me off so I waved back at him.
Driving along the busy main road at 4pm it is as busy as any city centre I noticed more people were looking at me. Even stopping at zebra crossings I got a quite a few stares!
I thought to myself they must admire the car, couldn’t see why as its not exactly a Ferrari is it?
Arriving few yards from home my mum could hear the car alarm going and seeing me realised that I have left car alarm on.
I heard it when I stepped out of the car. You would have thought car manufacturers have some light indication if alarm goes off?
Mum and my friend have never let me live it down.
This is kind of like when I took my dad for a ride, in my new Chevette.
It was in the spring of 1981 and he noticed I had a radio.
Upon his asking why, I replied, “It’s for me to listen to.”
His query, as to how I listen to it, brought my response…..I turned it up, as loud as it would go and started, rhythmically, slapping the dashboard.
“That’s the news,” he offered, and I replied that it didn’t bother me.
That reminds me of my ambulance story. I used to love in Gibraltar which has tiny narrow streets in the old town, and no pavements. I was walking along the road and suddenly was yanked into a doorway by my mum, who had been walking ahead of me. An ambulance had been behind me and had been trying to get past, sirens whooping, lights flashing, and I never even noticed….
Ergh! I used to *live* ….
Police sure was rather useless in not pulling over a car thief like you.
FunnyOldLife - There’s a love in fest in Gibraltar? Blimey…you’re a dark horse you are….
@Gary.. LOL great story
@JGJones Its an area where police escorts the police a Wild West of Wales
@funnyoldlife Love in? Now I know why you take your holidays on your own so no one can see what a tart you are LOL
fintan. sod off. (again!)