Car Craziness!

Living in Dallas for just over three years, one learns to ignore car alarms. Most of the nights that we lived there, somebody's car alarm would go off outside our window, and for the first year or two I would actually drag myself out of bed to determine if it was mine...and it never was. Ever.

So I got over it. I would hear a car alarm, and I could guarantee you that it was not mine. And in Dallas, I would be right.

Now we live in Peoria, and though car alarms are still heard, they are not nearly as common as before. Add to that the fact that we have nobody living next to us, above us (we live in a duplex), across the street from us, or next door to across the street from us, and it would be pretty obvious to anybody else that if you hear a car alarm while in our apartment, it IS mine. It has to be...there aren't any other cars out there.

But I was tired, so I ignored it. And eventually it stopped.

So I thought nothing of it until I woke up to go to work and decided I would drive (I usually walk the block and a half to Central, but it was raining). I get out to my car, and everything seems normal. I unlock, and the dome light doesn't turn on. I open the doors, and the dome light doesn't turn on. I get in the driver's seat, and finally the dome light kicks on. And stays on.

Now, I don't know what's going on here, but I'm beginning to wonder (hope?) if my car, a 2004 Saturn Ion, has a mind of its own. I mean, I feel like I'm driving BumbleBee, from Transformers, only it's not quite so sweet and it doesn't become a huge robot of awesome to fight aliens or anything. But seriously, I can't get the alarm to turn on, I have a dickens of a hard time locking it, the dome lights won't turn off, and I'm convinced that pretty soon it's going to start picking the radio station for me.

It's been a good day.