Car Alarms and Deep Fried Okra

Today  I stopped at my office.  And thought I’d be quick.  Zill didn’t want to take the hike up to the elevator.  Because Yoga Gentle wore her out.

Cartoons do yoga too!

So I parked in a nice shady spot, and she stayed in the car.  Out of habit, I locked the vehicle.  With Zill in it.  Walking into the building I thought, “Ooops.  I hope Zill doesn’t try to get out of the car.  Nah.  She won’t do that. ” So I put that thought right out of my mind.

I didn’t know that I would bump into anyone that I knew.  But I did.  And we talked.  A little.  Well, actually more than a little.  But not too much, because we talkers became distracted by a car alarm going off in the parking lot.

Nah.  That couldn’t be my car.

But we left the building anyway.  Just to check.

Yep.  It was my car.  And yep.  Zill was pissed.

That’s what I get for making her sit in a car with the aroma’s of deep fried okra in it.  I de-activated the alarm.  Gotta hypnotize myself not to do that again!

And for pay back?  Yeah.  There was pay back.  Zill threw bits of deep fried okra at me all the way home. Should have gotten the deep fried pickles instead!

Slime your way out of the box!  It’s fun and pretty tasty, too!

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