Last night was our final Bible study session for the semester. My favorite part of Bible study (don't tell anyone) is getting to drive my mom home. We always grab dinner before I drop her off and we enjoy having some good talk time without the children present. Bibby would rather have the children present but I like having times when I don't have to compete with two adorable grandchildren for her attention. If your mom is your BFF, you can probably relate.
Last night we had our post-Bible study date at Chuy's. (I've been eating a lot of Mexican food lately because if I can resist blowing it on the chips, I can eat two scaled down chicken fajitas without killing my diet.) After dinner we walked out to the car and saw a very strange sight. Some kind of alien form was moving around at a frenzied pace inside the vehicle parked next to mine. Upon second glance, we realized it was definitely not an alien. Two human being were just getting very well acquainted in the car. In other words, they were no longer aliens to one another. Mom would call their activity tonsil hockey, but since I'm a product of the 90's I will call it mugging down.
In order for us escape this scene of public shame, I was going to have to come within one foot of the other car. Frankly, I was scared. And then a brilliant idea flashed through my mind.
The panic alarm.
THE PANIC ALARM!
I pushed the red button on my key chain without delay and my car horn obnoxiously delivered me from all my fears! You've never seen two people separate so fast in all your life. I stopped the alarm and scurried to my car, looking neither to the right nor to the left. I played it off like I hadn't been the one to interrupt their business. (They knew.) Mom, who was shocked by my sudden boldness, saw that their window was rolled down (must have been the fog) and she heard them laughing. They flew out of the parking lot and zoomed down the road faster than we could even get our seat belts on.
Next time I accidentally set off my panic alarm and embarrass myself in front of my neighbors, I will try to remember the debt of thanks I owe it.