A new way to get to the airport
Sep. 29th, 2010 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Evidently the post about the strangeness of my life yesterday was premature, because a couple of hours later I accidentally carjacked someone.
We had found out that the other coder who had suggested the umbrella trick and I were coincidentally going to the airport at the same time, so he was going to come past the office and give me a lift - soon after getting outside, someone on the opposite side of the road stopped at the lights, and I could see through the tinted car window that he had the requisite long hair and glasses, and he did a double-take at me as if recognizing me. So I ducked through the rain, sprinted over the crossing and opened the door on the passenger side, making a joke about feeling that I was hijacking the car.
"But you are!" came a rather shocked reply, and I looked up to see that it wasn't him after all. So I gave a frantic, hysterical apology as I stepped away from the vehicle, and returned to my waiting place, watching him laugh shakenly as he finally got to turn the corner in peace away from his encounter with a dangerous lunatic. Please tell me this has happened to some other people as well.
It was a very strange day. I was exhausted even without my parents arriving, but they're here safely now, and had a rather more relaxing journey than I did on the ground. Why can't I have plane journeys like that?
We had found out that the other coder who had suggested the umbrella trick and I were coincidentally going to the airport at the same time, so he was going to come past the office and give me a lift - soon after getting outside, someone on the opposite side of the road stopped at the lights, and I could see through the tinted car window that he had the requisite long hair and glasses, and he did a double-take at me as if recognizing me. So I ducked through the rain, sprinted over the crossing and opened the door on the passenger side, making a joke about feeling that I was hijacking the car.
"But you are!" came a rather shocked reply, and I looked up to see that it wasn't him after all. So I gave a frantic, hysterical apology as I stepped away from the vehicle, and returned to my waiting place, watching him laugh shakenly as he finally got to turn the corner in peace away from his encounter with a dangerous lunatic. Please tell me this has happened to some other people as well.
It was a very strange day. I was exhausted even without my parents arriving, but they're here safely now, and had a rather more relaxing journey than I did on the ground. Why can't I have plane journeys like that?
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Date: 2010-09-29 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 01:37 pm (UTC)So, no, not done it myself but feel that there was enough of it about to warrant a public information film about it.
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Date: 2010-09-29 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 02:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-29 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 03:10 pm (UTC)I suppose I should ask... was this when I was already living in America? :)
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Date: 2010-09-30 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 03:25 pm (UTC)"I feel like I'm hijacking your car."
"But you are!"
"Oh. Then get out!"
"Whoow, alright, I'm out of here; mind the broken right turn signal, though... Haha, okay, so where the hidden cameras at. . . what?"
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Date: 2010-09-29 09:21 pm (UTC)When I used to stack shelves at the local Scotmid, parents used to pick people outside at the end of the shifts as some came from neighbouring villages. One co-worker saw what he thought was his mother's car and just got in, plonked on the seat and just said "take me home". I think it was another coworker's partner and I think they just looked at him strangely once he realised his mistake.
When my cousin was about four years old, she was visiting us with her parents. She was very shy at that age. Her dad used to always sit in the cushion stool located in the living room corner between the door to the hall and the door to the dining room. My great uncle george and his son Neil came in to visit and her dad gave his seat to Neil. Hearing the voices, she came in but went and stood between Neils legs, thinking he was her dad. As she looked at the different people around the room, she started holding Neils leg for comfort. She suddenly sees her dad standing at another part of the room, so turns to see who she is next to. She started screaming when Neil said "Hello" and gave her a grin with his missing front teeth. It probably did not help everyone starting to laugh as she fled to her dad in floods of tears.
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Date: 2010-10-01 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-01 09:34 pm (UTC)It was like the same colours of the same model cars also had the same keylocks.
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Date: 2010-10-01 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-01 09:45 pm (UTC)Now that most people have the automatic door thingy, I think it's much less likely, since the car also points out which one unlocked.
I should probably also note that if I use the automatic door lock to lock my car, I can't use my physical key to unlock the door without it tripping the alarm. It's strange, but I can understand that security "feature".