Riding at the skatepark with my son. Bunch of “Bro. You broke her car, bro…” breaks out when I sit down for a sec.
“You broke it!”
The other bro’s bros heard the bros yelling.
“Bro, what’s going on?”
“Lil’ Timmy put the key in and got the steering wheel locked. It’s broke!”
“Bro, that’s the crap that happened to my car, bro! Now we always have to unhook the battery when we start the car to unlock the steering wheel, bro.”
🤨
I’m thinking to myself that there’s no way they’re trippin’ out about a standard steering wheel locking feature. I holler over, “what’s up with the car?”
“It’s this old 90’s Honda and , and he put the key in and turned the steering wheel and now the steering wheel is broke.”
I look at him, trying not to judge his youthful ignorance, and tell him “It’s a security thing. It’s normal.”
Walk over to the car. Four guys walking around like chickens with their heads cut off, one girl in the driver seat about to have a nervous break down like she’s stranded in the desert with no water.
I ask if I can have the keys and hop in.
- Put the keys in the ignition.
- Pull the steering wheel full left.
- Steering wheel unlocks.
- Car chimes.
- Radio turns on.
They all thanked me. Minds blown.
Was equally excited to teach them something as I was laughing inside.
Until he olded me by calling me “sir.” Then they were all dead to me.
