The Beeping Prius

Mom's Memory Trip

Mom’s Memory Trip

Mom’s Memory Trip was drawing to a close this past Friday.  I had decided to head home one day early so that I could surprise the Commander on his birthday.  Usually I’m off gallivanting when it rolls around and I miss it but this year I was determined to be there.

Little Tigger, the wonder Prius.

Little Tigger, the wonder Prius.

My little Prius-C had been a champ on this whole trip, giving me anywhere from 53-63 mpg average each day and I couldn’t have been more pleased.  Now it was time to load it up again for the trip back home.  I actually had loaded some of my things in it the night before so I only had a few last-minute things to stuff into Tigger before I could be on the road.

As usual, when I know I’m heading out on a trip, I find that sleep is difficult.  I kept waking up in the night so I finally gave up and got up around 4:45 a.m.  After a quick shower, I dressed and had all the rest of my things assembled by the garage door when my brother came out of  his bedroom ready to help me finish loading the car.  It was 5:10 a.m.  I should be ready to hit the road by 5:20 a.m.  Whee!

Why is it beeping?

Why is it beeping?

We quickly finished loading and I went to lock the car before heading into the house for one last look-around before heading out.  I touched the handle to lock it and an alarm sounded.  What the heck?  I tried it again.  The same alarm sounded.

My brother said, “You must have your spare key in the car.  My Prius made the same sound when I left my key in my car.”

I assured him that my spare key was in my purse which was inside the house and the other key was in my pants pocket.  I tried it again.  Same alarm!  John suggested that I take out one piece of luggage at a time, set it away from the car and try locking the car.  If it worked, that would mean that the spare key was in that piece of luggage.  You can guess where this is going, can’t you?

But first, I ran into the house and quickly checked my purse.  I couldn’t find the spare key.  Out I ran and started pulling out stuff, setting it on the driveway (“Move it further away from the car,” my brother was directing) and trying the car door.  Oh, no.  The car kept beeping and slowly but surely my car was getting completely unpacked.

By now it was 5:45 a.m., all of my things were sitting on my brother’s driveway and I was hopping mad.

“You must have the keys in your suitcase,” John said.

“They aren’t in the suitcase,” I thundered.  “Why would I put my spare keys in the suitcase?”  I plopped the suitcase open and started unpacking the darn suitcase, dirty underwear and all.  No key!  I zipped up the suitcase and slammed the car door.

“Jeez, don’t shut your doors so hard,” my brother ordered.

“DON’T tell me how to close a car door,” I retorted.  “I’ve been closing car doors for 64 years and I’m not about to change the way I do it now.”

I went back into the house and started going through my purse again.  Voila!  I found the darn spare key.  Apparently, I had missed it the first time in my haste.

By this time, my sister-in-law had appeared and was looking at the pile of belongings sitting on her driveway in amazement.

“Don’t ask,” I muttered even as my brother was starting to fill her in with glee.

We piled everything back into the car and shut the trunk.

“Try it again,” my brother suggested.

I did and this time the doors locked with no alarms or problems.  Oy!

It was now 6:00 a.m. and I was miffed that my early start had dwindled to naught.  My sister-in-law hugged me and encouraged me to stay alert on the road.

“Oh, I’m completely adrenalized now,” I said.

Off I started and “Tigger” and I had a completely fine trip back home.  Doors locked properly, I got great mileage, and the Commander was happily surprised to see me in the driveway ahead of schedule.  All’s well that ends well.

 

 

 

 

  • Kristine Martin

    Glad you are home safely. Next time you could plan a stop in Toledo! K

    • Dee

      I need to do that, Kris, if I only wasn’t going through Toledo so stinking early in the morning when I am usually heading home. But we’ll have to try to do it next visit.

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