Alcohol, Not the Answer
The visit was over and off to my car
It was out in the snow, but not too far.
Cleared the windows and what did I see
Was that the bag I got for free?
There in the front seat lay napkins around
I don't recall them, but they are not on the ground.
I pointed my key fob and tapped on the right
Suddenly that 'Silence' gave me a fright.
That 'Click' I usually hear opening the lock
Left me panicky and in shock.
Perhaps I had done it wrong, so I tried again.
Swear words came to mind, but I was careful to refrain.
The cold winter snow had frozen the door
But I kept clicking more and more.
Nothing was working, and I needed some heat
Back to my friend's house to warm my feet.
Thankfully, alcohol should work she explained
So with spray bottle in hand I tried once again.
I liberally sprayed all around the doors, trunk and lock
One time then two times then looked at my clock.
Five minutes passed and once again I tried
Pressed the key fob, was that a noise nearby?
As I tried once more I listened for that sound
Then suddenly realized and had to turn around.
Oh my goodness, what to my surprise
There across the lot I saw with my own eyes.
The trunk suddenly opened on a vehicle not far
Darn! There it was. This is not my car!!
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2022
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