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During my practice today, I noticed the sanctuary growing darker and darker as the first of several thunderstorms approached. Suddenly the chuch secretary and one of the men installing the new alarm system rushed in-- “It’s going to rain hard, and your car windows are open! Give us your keys!” I looked blank, because I was sure my windows weren’t open. “Are you sure it’s my car?” “Yes, silver Honda, parked next to Debbie’s Jeep, right?”

Yup, so I gave them my keys, and the young man sprinted out with them. He came back, a moment later, damp: “How do you unlock the ignition?” The ignition lock does tend to stick a bit, so I told him the trick of dealing with it, and off he went again. Now I started to worry that the ignition lock was stuck, so I velcroed myself into my Boot and hobbled out. Met the young man, now soaked, in the narthex. “I’m really sorry, ma’am, but I just can’t get the ignition to unlock. I put your sweatshirt across the driver’s seat, and I moved your CDs to the back seat.”

There’s no sweatshirt in my car, and no CDs in sight. I looked out the parking lot doors, at my car, next to Debbie’s Jeep... and another silver Honda on the other side of the Jeep.

Oops! No wonder the key didn't work!