Husband has always wanted to have sex in a car. I don't get that, but it's something incredibly exciting for him. One night, I finally agreed. It was late, the kids were asleep, most of our neighboring houses were empty, and the vehicle we had at the time had tinted windows. We would not be seen unless someone literally invaded our property. Husband could finally have his little fantasy and nothing questionable would happen.
We walked out to the car (fully clothed). Husband unlocked the door and pulled it open.
Then the car alarm went off.
We're not talking about a tiny little beep beep here. It was a loud, repeating honk as the very bright lights flashed over and over. Husband hurried to try to get it to turn off, but he didn't know how. The car was new to us (we no longer have it now), and it took some figuring out. When he finally got it to turn off, we slunk, red-faced, back into the house.
A short time later, he went outside. When he didn't come back, I went to go see what he was up to. He was standing outside, waiting for me. He coaxed me into trying again and opened the car door.
The car alarm went off. Again.
Do you ever feel like someone is trying to tell you something?