Living with blondes (Part 257)
Lyndsay got out from behind the wheel as I walked out the door. She'd already adjusted the seat and the mirrors. She turned on the radio, setting it to a favorite station, and she'd turned on the air conditioning. I ran the seat back so I could get in without impaling myself, then set about turning everything off. And then I did the one thing she'd omitted. I turned on the engine. It's not enough to simply have the key in the ingnition set to the ACC position. The engine actually has to be running before the car will back up the driveway.
She stood there looking sheepish. "You're going to write about this, aren't you, Dad?"
"Well, yeah. How could I not?"
So there you have it. You're welcome, my love!