"Beep … beep … beep … beep …” came a sound from somewhere
within the vicinity of the dash.
Seatbelt was on, the doors were all closed …
“Beep, beep, beep, beep …!” The sound sped up as I continued
driving. A quick scan behind the steering wheel revealed no lights flashing at
me …
“Be-be-be-be-be-be-be …!” It was now frantic.
That was it – the car was about to blow up. I pulled over
and grabbed my bag and prepared to abandon vehicle, making a dramatic run for
it as the car exploded behind me in a ball of flames…
… When the beeping stopped.
Phew. I regained my composure and carried back on my merry
way.
“Beep … beep … beep … beep …”
What the heck?!
I looked at the DVD/reverse camera screen – it was
displaying Japanese characters, probably indicating the GPS was on. Ah, that
was it!
“Beep, beep, beep, beep!”
Like I know how to work a GPS, let alone one in Japanese
which is probably set for some far-flung route on the other side of the world.
No wonder it was now going crazy – I was probably about to drive off a cliff in
Japan.
“Be-be-be-be-be-be-be …!”
I began stabbing my finger wildly at the screen, hoping to
shut it down, but to no avail.
This time I wasn’t falling for it’s prank. I continued on
driving, determinedly trying to ignore the loud beeping filling the car.
There was no explosion and eventually it beeped itself out.
Obviously it was resigned to the fact I was destined to drive over a Japanese
cliff, if I hadn’t already.
No, I would Google it when I got home, or get it checked out
at the mechanics. There’d be a simple explanation, like that time I thought
there was a major mechanical fault but, no, it was just a button the kids had
pushed when they’d been playing in the car.
But do you think I ever got round to doing so? After months
of my Japanese import tormenting me by only ever beeping when I was alone, I
was finally enlightened after swapping cars for the day with a mate.
“Oh, and did it do that funny beeping thing at you?” I asked
when we swapped back.
“Yeah it’s just telling you the person in the passenger seat
hasn’t got their seat belt on,” he casually replied.
“But I never had anyone in the passenger seat.”
“You would’ve had your bag sitting there. It’s a seat weight
sensor.”
Shame! |
Riight.
Note to self: Buckle oversize handbag to passenger seat.
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