A Prius is super cool. For one reason you don’t have to use a key to drive it. You just need to have the key near by. Like the passenger can have the key in her purse.
So… my husband (from this point forward referred to as “my sweet darlin’,”) dropped me off in the Whole Foods parking garage while he circled for a parking place.
If you don’t have a key for the Prius near by, you may continue to drive, as long as you don’t turn the engine off.
My sweet darlin’ is energy conserving, much like the Prius. While waiting for someone to back out, he attempted to put the Prius in park. Instead of “park” he pushed “power”.
On a Saturday, the Whole Foods parking garage is over-flowing with cars.
My sweet darlin’ called me, called me, called me. Silently praying for me to come running out with the key.
Then he came rushing into the store like Super Mouse yelling at me for not picking up my phone.
Maybe you had to be there.
I still laugh a little when I think about it.
I consider this an added perk of driving a Prius.
Enjoying some dark humor on this fine September morning.