| I can beat that...
On a recent trip to the United Kingdom I called into a parts shop to quickly pick up a spare for my motorcycle.
As I thought I would only be a minute or two I parked my rented car across three cars parked outside of a gym next door.
The part to be picked up took longer than expected and when I rushed out of the shop there were about eight angry looking women who had just come out of their aerobics class.
I flashed them a sheepish grin as I pressed the remote to unlock the car, then jumped into the car and slammed the door.
It then dawned on me that I wasn't at home but in a rented RHD car and I was sitting in the passenger seat.
With the eyes of these women still fixed on me, I got out, and with all of the dignity I could muster I walked round to the drivers side got in and drove off. |