The weatherman promised that we would not be under a heat advisory until this afternoon, so I set out early this morning to get some errands run: to the pet store for 40 pounds of cat food; the bank to make a couple of deposits; the office supply store to find a desk calendar that starts in July; the gas station for Sadie's first fill-up, and then Costco to restock some of the supplies that they sell in bulk, like plastic garbage bags and paper towels (and popcorn in little 100-calorie portions.)
All was going well. The attendant at the gas station had to help get my gas cap off for the first time, but I think he really just wanted a closer look at the car. I was having a great time. I even managed to find a classical music station on the radio. And I love some of the new-fangled gadgets this car has, particularly the keyless feature. All I have is a key "fob" which I keep in a pocket or in my purse. As long as I have it on me somewhere, I can just open the door, even though it is locked to anyone else, get in and start the engine, etc. without ever seeing or handling the key fob. This is going to sound silly, but it gives me the feeling that the car is recognizing me as its owner. It doesn't take a whole lot to please me these days, so I like it!
By the time I came out of Costco, it was HOT! And I had forgotten that my little trunk already had 40 pounds of cat food stashed in it. So there I am, struggling to shove everything into the back. Eventually I succeed and push the trunk lid closed. It makes a funny sound and pops back open. I figure there's something blocking the latch, so I push and shove a little more and then close the trunk again. It closes, it latches, it makes a funny sound, and pops open again.
And that time it opened wide enough for me to see the problem. I had laid my purse on top of the cat food bags so that I had two hands to unload the cart. If I had had my way with that trunk, I would have locked my purse (and the key fob) inside. I wouldn't have been able to open the door to trip the open-trunk latch or start the engine. Poor Sadie. She did her best to save me from my own stupidity.
She's smarter than I am, and that's a good thing!