Butterfly has been letting me borrow her car--it drives pretty well, though it's a big beast and a touch difficult to steer, so I need to use two hands for the steering wheel. She's had this car for about two years, it's a pretty typical late 80's-style family sedan with cracked vinyl seats.
Today, owing to my unique ability to cause system havoc in cars, we discovered--after church--that the car has an alarm system. No evidence of this for two years, it certainly wasn't something the dealer mentioned, but here I try to unlock it with my copy of the key, and it starts honking uncontrollably.
This is so typical...