Sunday Breakfast

After splitting a denver omelet at the Station Restaurant in Bandon, we stepped out the door and decided to steal the best looking car in the parking lot, which happened to be our own. We would not have had to do this if I had not happened to lock my keys in the car. So here we are, outside the station with the Sunday church crowd congregating around us.
After a moment's worth of investigation, we came to the conclusion that the only way to remedy the situation was to send the smallest girl head first through the moon roof... which happened to be Autumn. If this had not attracted the attention of the coffee sipping seniors, then I am sure the blairing alarm which followed got thier attention. Any logical person would have unlocked the door, instead Autumn attempted to disarm the alarm from the inside without the faintest idea how. So now, not only is the car alarm going off, but the winshield wippers are flying, water is spraying, and and the windows are going up and down uncontrollably. By this point the looks of confusion and awe from the resaurant patrons have turned to concern, people are putting down thier coffees and picking up their phones.
Autumn finnaly fumbled with the door handle and got it open, allowing me to slide into the car to make our great escape. Our dramatic exit came to a climax as we started up the obviously "stolen" car, that by the way hadn't stopped beeping, and peeled out of the parking lot with gravel flying and Autumn screaming, "Go, go, go!" at the top of her lungs... The parking lot was speechless, not knowing whether or not they had whitnessed a crime and if they should call the police or just search for the candid cameras...