The other day, I was at the mall, got into my car, fastened my seatbelt, and threw my pocketbook on the empty passenger seat beside me.
When I went into “reverse,” the “Fasten Your Seatbelt” alarm sounded. It wasn’t me.
“Is there someone else in the car?”
I panicked, thinking I might be in one of those investigative “Dateline” segments that warn you to always look in the backseat before pulling out of a mall parking lot.
But, in full disclosure, here is the pathetic reality about the alarm going off: it was my pocketbook. It was so heavy that…