By Glenda Price: CNJ columnist
You know that sick feeling that smothers your whole body when you realize you’ve just done something stupid?
That happened to me a few days ago — again. I went to watch my grandson’s basketball game. In the school’s parking lot I decided I didn’t need my purse inside, so I put it on the floor under the steering wheel, got out, pushed the “lock” button and closed the door.
At that precise moment I knew — I’d locked my keys inside the vehicle.
I blame this on my country raising. Our house didn’t even have locks on the doors. We never took the keys out of our vehicles or locked them, even when we went shopping in our small town. I’m often told that my country attitude no longer applies, so I’ve begun locking things.