and she has the top down. Parked beside us at a strip mall near Nashville. Beautiful day, sunny, warm, just what one wants for a convertible. She walked past the back of her car, turned with the key fob poised in her hand, pointed it at the car and pressed the lock button--I heard the door locks click. That taken care of, she walked off to the store.
I hope that's not how our federal government approaches national security.
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