Annoyed

So I live with my mom, which at 24 years old is no easy feat.  To say she drives me crazy every once in awhile is an understatement.  The latest incident occurred yesterday morning when I was rushing out the door to get to work.

It was about 30 degrees outside so I wanted to start my car and get it nice and toasty for my drive to work.  I ran out the front door with my gym bag and keys, threw my duffle onto the backseat, and with my left leg hanging out of the driver side door, put the key into the ignition, my right foot on the clutch and pushed the start button.  As soon as I took my foot off the clutch, my car jumped forward and stalled.  Apparently my mother, who has a perfectly good functioning car of her own, had taken mine out for a spin while I was away left it in first gear and did not pull the emergency brake up all the way.  When I took the car out of gear to start it again, it began to roll backwards down my driveway with my left leg still hanging out of it.  Not exactly what I need at 7 am on a Monday morning, thanks mom.

I stormed back inside my house and politely asked that if she is going to drive my car can she at least please leave it in the condition that she found it, so I am not rolling down the driveway hanging halfway out of it.  Yup, that’d be great thanks.  Oh, and then my gas light came on before I even hit the end of my street.