On the drive home yesterday, I was taking a mental inventory of Ma’s car (you’ll recall it rained and we did not ride our scooters to work yesterday). There was one specific item I was looking for but could not visually locate. So I asked my MIL if she had it in her car. She said she does not; it’s lost in her bedroom somewhere.

Last night on the news, we saw another report of a car running off the road and the occupants dying after the car submerged in a body of water. **sigh**

The tool is in my MIL’s bedroom. Not her car.

It’s not that she’s a bad driver, it’s that we are surrounded by water. God forbid something happen and she runs into water. I want her to have every opportunity to save herself and her two granddaughters from a submerged vehicle. (It’s not a myth.)

I’m printing the story to give to her with a note asking her to please put her tool into the car.

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