Encounter with glove compartment
Mother was with me in the car yesterday evening when I’d gone to the petrol station. I left her in the car while I went to do the necessary, keeping her in my sight (and mine in hers) most of the time. While I was filling up the car, I saw her fiddling with the glove compartment latch. Now, that latch is faulty, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Yesterday evening, it didn’t. Meaning, the latch wouldn’t catch and the compartment stayed down.
I saw mother looking around, so I knocked on the window to get her attention. After I’d paid, I got back in and tackled the faulty latch. After a few tries, it caught and the compartment stayed up. With that done, I looked at her and told her not to do it again. She burst out laughing. With relief, no doubt.
Of course, she did it again. When we arrived at the restaurant and stayed in the car to wait for the rest of the family to arrive, she got restless and before I knew it, had reached for the glove compartment again. She had forgotten the earlier incident. This time, I got a bit irritated with her, which wasn’t the right thing to do.
The compartment also fell open when I drove over a bump on the way to the restaurant. Yes, time to get it fixed.
