Sooooooo... You see, my Aunt (bless her sweet soul) drove a couple of my friends through downtown Lexington with me yesterday after pit-stopping at a sunflower patch
--on the side of a highway.
And well, there was this one stop that we had to make.
An antique store, of course.
So picture it: We get out of the car. Shut every door. Walked about three feet, then turned around after reading a sign on the door that said closed.
So here we are waiting for April to unlock the doors, but no jingling. Just rustling....
No keys. Which meant.......
*****Dun Dun Dun.************************
The keys were in the car.
But we were outside the car.
And the doors were locked.
Wanna know the cough best part?
The car was still running.
Uncle Cliffy to the rescue!
*Insert laughing so hard you cry (and probably even pee) emoji*
THE END.
