I was three or four maybe. All I remember was waking up in the back seat, startled to find myself alone. I was terribly hot. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and there were droplets of sweat all over my face, and I started to whine and moan because I was scared. I think there were people outside saying, "look, that little girl is all sweaty." Then my parents arrived and my mom was overly solicitous, offering me a clear blow-up fish with bells in it. I remember her smiling at me so broadly and jingling the fish, when ordinarily she didn't smile or speak sweetly to me at all. I also remember being told abruptly to quit whining, they weren't gone very long.
Ah, parents. Gotta love 'em. Not.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:34 PM
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So maybe being left in a hot car back in the day wasn't as uncommon as I thought. I'm glad you made it out okay. Thanks for the plug. :)
Lois Lane
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