The Time My Mother Left Us Alone In The Car


Do you ever leave your child alone in the car?


I don't.


Ever.


Not even when I just need to pop into the store for TWO MINUTES to buy milk.


I just don't think it's worth it.


I've read too many horror stories.


But when I was a kid, my mother did it all the time.


Okay, I might be exaggerating a little.


She didn't do it ALL the time.


But she definitely did it once.


I must've been 4-years-old at the time, which means my sister would've been 10. It was a hot Saturday morning and my mother had to do a big grocery shop, so she pulled into the grocery store parking lot, cracked open the windows, left the keys in the ignition, and left us to fend for ourselves.


Oh my goodness, she would totally be arrested if she did that today.


Of course, she hadn't planned ahead and brought any toys for us to play with while she was gone, nor did she bring along any water, but I think that was pretty typical back then, so let's stop ragging on my mother, okay?


Okay.


Now where was I?


Oh yes.


Sweating my bum off in the backseat of my mum's Pontiac Firebird while my sister listened to Casey Kasem on American Top 40 in the front.


Hours must've passed by while we sat there waiting, and we were both getting antsy.


And my sister was getting really, really annoyed with all of the questions I kept asking.


Where's Mum?


When will she be back?


How long have we been sitting here?


Where's Mum?


When will she be back?


How long have we been sitting here?


You get the idea…


Desperate to get me to shut up, my sister started fumbling around in the dashboard for something to play with, and accidentally pushed in the cigarette lighter.


That got my attention.


We weren't allowed to touch the cigarette lighter.


But Mum wasn't there.


And my sister figured this meant she was in charge.


When I close my eyes, I can remember it like it was yesterday.


I can hear the lighter popping out of it's cradle once it was hot.


I can see my sister removing it.


I can feel the amazement I felt when I saw it had turned bright orange on the inside.


I can hear my sister asking me how hot I thought it would be.


I can see her sticking her index finger inside.


I can hear her screaming.


I can see the angry look on my mum's face when she came back to find us both crying.


And I can see my sister sitting at the kitchen table with cold cream on her finger for the rest of the afternoon.


We were both banned from going to the grocery store with her after that.


And I'm fairly certain neither of us cared.


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Dated : 2021-04-06 06:23:40

Category : Funny stories

Tags : Kids in the car

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