truck fail

Those who have known me for some time know that every now and then I do something a little stupid. Not on purpose. And not really bad life-altering type stupid. Just kind of absent-minded type stupid.

This morning before driving to work I went over to a phone store because I am trying to decide between two smart-phones. After visiting with the techies at the phone store I returned to the now much fuller parking lot.

I walked up to the truck, a tan Ford Explorer Sport Trac, and put my key in the lock. But it would not turn. I tried turning a little harder. No good. A lady walked by. I smiled briefly at her, somewhat embarrassed. I made like I was messaging someone or something, until she drove away.

Then, I walked over to the passenger side door, and tried once again. No good. What the heck is wrong with my locks? Perhaps the microchip in my key is shot. That would suck. Well, hopefully I can get in using the touch pad on my driver side door.

I walked back over to the driver side door, and the touch pad was gone. GONE! Not that it had been pried off or anything. There was just NO SIGN of it. Where before it had always been there, now in its place was simply a bare, tan door.

For about twenty seconds I stood there dumbfounded. How could my touch pad just VANISH, COMPLETELY?

And the hood! The hood was all kinds of discolored! This horrified me! I thought I had cleaned all that bird poop off my hood before it started eating away at my paint job! What has happened to my beautiful truck?

I felt like Bruce Willis at the end of the Sixth Sense. You know, where things you never saw have suddenly appeared or things you thought were there all along turn out to be illusions.

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By now you have probably been saying something to me like, "Wrong truck dumba--." Yes, I know. It was right about then that I looked at exactly where I was standing, and said, "Hmm, this feels a little different from where I thought I parked."

I looked down a few cars, and sure enough, there was my truck. Touch pad, clean hood and all. I walked over discreetly, got in, no problem, and started it up -- all the while looking around, hoping no one was filming me. Because if they were, I may be the next video on fail blog.