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trapped

at one stage my dad owned a mazda astina. when it was just brought home from the showroom, brand-spanking new, he had it in at work, the same place that i was working at the time, so i went downstairs into the carpark to have a look at it.

the carpark was under the building & when the lights weren't switched on it was quite dark, even during the day. i had a bit of a look at the outside of the car & thought that it looked very nice, all shiny & new. i opened the door & sat in the driver's seat to admire the inside. very snuggly & nice to sit in. i closed the door.

after about ten seconds or so the interior light slowly faded to off. "wow," i thought, "that's pretty cool." after a few more seconds sitting in the dark, having had my fill of the new car & needing to return to my desk upstairs, i decided to hop out. with the interior light now off, & being in the unlit car park, it was quite dark in the car. i reached for the handle to open the door but for the life of me i couldn't find the darn door handle. i ran my hand around the inside of the door but i couldn't find anything that felt remotely like a door handle.

i started to get a little worried & i began to wonder how i was going to get out. no one would come to look for me for a while, since i'd only been gone for a few minutes, so i thought my only option might be to honk the horn until somebody came down to see what the commotion was & open the car door. i could just imagine the look on their face as they stood at the open door & wondered why on earth i couldn't get out of an unlocked car. how embarrassing.

fortunately, just as i was thinking this, my desperately seeking hand found the door handle, so i pulled on it, opening the door & letting myself out with great relief. damn ergonomic vehicles. *blush*