We got a new car the other day, a big silver thing with a card key. I went shopping last night and went out to the car park afterwards to the big silver thing. It wouldn't open. I clicked the key thing again and again. By now I was starting to curse the company we bought it from, the make of car, the stuuupid card key. Then glared around the car park in an "I can't believe this" kind of way, merrily clicking the key all the while, only to see the hazards of our big silver thing blinking merrily away ....... a few cars down!
I'm sure the couple loading their car across the car park had a good giggle, though I didn't stop to find out . I ran to our car, dived in, slunk right down behind the dash and skulked away home.