As I headed home from the gym, I saw some one in the parking lot whose car battery had died. The poor soul finagled around with some jumper cables with a mixture of confusion, dread, and anger on his face. This reminded me of something I found out a couple years ago when I still lived in Ohio.
Your car battery can't die if you leave your keys in the car and the car running. All night long.
Oh yes I did.
You see, I was on my way home from work when I got a call on my cell phone from an old friend I hadn't talked to in ages. I was so excited to hear from her that I broke several safety rules by talking on my cell phone while driving. I continued talking on the phone as I pulled into the parking lot. I got out of my car, and closed the door, still talking. Once I was in the house, I talked some more. I think I talked for two hours, total.
What I didn't do? Turn off my car and take the keys out of the ignition.
Yes, my car sat there running in my parking lot all night long.
So imagine Husband's surprise when he wakes up at the butt-crack of dawn (he had an hour-and-a-half commute back in those days), and hears a car running. Who the hell else is up this early? Huh, that sound is right by our apartment. Wait a minute? That's OUR car running!
Needless to say I never heard the end of this. Which is fair.
Because it happened again.
Yes, not once, but twice, I have forgotten to take the keys out of the ignition and have left my car running in the parking lot all night long. The second time (we were still living in Ohio), I was talking to my mom. Who I talk to practically every day.
No excuses there.
So now I'm hyper-vigilant about making sure I turn the car off before leaving. I've even turned it off, turned it on again and then turned it off again, just to make sure.
This is blurring into OCD territory, and I have enough neurosis, thank you very much.