a heart with a twist of lemon

my sister was near the top of her class in high school. she got a full ride to ithaca college in upstate for new york for being SO smart. she is a sophmore there with enough credits to be a senior. and she has a solid 4.0 GPA. yet she is the dumbest smart sister i know.

earlier this evening, my sister drove the white 4 door oldsmobile, which she calls the white dragon, to the restaurant where she works to pick up a paycheck. now my sister believes it to be too much of a hassle to lock the car doors, because it would be too much work to unlock them upon returning. plus she doesn't believe anyone would want to steal this old car. after visiting a while with her friend, who also works at the restaurant, she returns to find the white dragon missing.

she panics. and calls the police to report the white dragon stolen. meanwhile her friend calls my parents to explain the situation. my dad goes to pick up my sister and brings her home. the white dragon and everything in it, is lost. perhaps for good.

the middle of the night rolls around, and we receive a phone call from the police. they found the white dragon! only a couple blocks away from the "crime" scene, innocently parked on the street. upon hearing this, something clicks inside my sister's brain, "oh my gosh!" she says, "i forgot that i parked in the lot, went into the restaurant, went back out and moved my car to the street, then went back into the restaurant!"

yes. that's right ladies and gents. the white dragon was not stolen, my sister just forgot where she parked and reported the car stolen. the police were putting tax dollars to work hunting down where my sister parked her car. needless to say, they were not happy.

this whole thing sounds like a blonde joke.