I really started to do it. My phone was in the car though. My plan was to film the whole tutorial, so I had proof it was effed up and not my fault. It just didn’t work out. Best laid plans, and all.
I told Mr.Wrekker there was a screw loose. He was fine with that explanation.
Possibly the best story this year! Brava, Brava! wild applause BTW, I’m a little jealous of the name of your car as mine is also orange-ish, much like this one. I called mine Grainne after the Irish female pirate. Brash, edgy and will gleefully rob your wallet.
My previous Escape was the 'Blue Meanie. I think ‘Orange Menace’ may stick. It really is an odd color. It’s growing on me. (not literally)
I like it a lot better now that I can work the fob. 
Wow.
Husband surprising wife by buying her a car. People do that still?
It just seems so fifty years ago, from the days when men went off each day to their jobs, women stayed home and were housewives, and the man wouldn’t want to bother wifey’s little head over anything involving money.
I just can’t imagine making a big-deal purchase like a new car without extensive conversations between my wife and me. And I can imagine how pissed she’d be at me - and how many years she’d be pissed at me - if I bought her next car for her without even asking her. I’d be cursing my stupidity for a long, long, long time.
I realize every marriage is different, but still. A new car is something you’re gonna spend a lot of time with for the next ten or fifteen years. It had better be a car you’re ready to be reasonably happy about for that long. And he bought it for you without any warning, without bothering to consult you on what you might want in your next car, any of that.
Sheeyut.
Actually, yeah. IIRC, you’ve got a few days during which you can undo a purchase like that.
That’s water under the bridge now, of course, but “Honey, this means a lot to me that you bought me a new car, but could I help pick it out, since I’m the one who’ll be driving it? Let’s take this one back and start over” or something like that might’ve been apropos at the time.
Just how we are. It’s really okay.
I was about to muse “Why would anyone even program that feature into a key fob?” But odds are some 'doper would pipe up with the computer engineer’s totally sensible explanation that there was a one in seven million chance the fob would need to be reprogrammed to that configuration with a specific 327 move combination, and wouldn’t Ford look stupid for not foreseeing that eventuality. So, no. Not gonna ask that.
But I WILL ask, seeing as how you managed to crack that 327 move combination in fairly short order, what kind of luck have you had with a Rubik’s cube, and would you mind trying it blindfolded? I have a theory.
I’m really good at Rubiks cube. I amazed my kids by doing it, back in the day. I havn’t had one for awhile. I may need to warm up and play with it a bit. Not sure if I’m blindfolded how it would work.
I love that you’re calling it “Orange Menace.” After all, it’s alarmed a lot of people.
Seriously, one advantage is you’ll easily spot it in a parking lot. When I was driving, every car in the lot seemed to be silver.
And “All confidence and Old Spice” is possibly the best line I’ve read on the Dope. Bravo!
Have you ever seen people raise their key fob and punch it to find the car in the lot? I WON’T be doing that. I’m traumatized. I may have PTSD.
You have PTFD - Post Traumatic Fob Disorder (AKA Post Traumatic Ford Disorder). I know these things, 'cause I’m a fake doctor.
I used to know a girl named Fob.
A Fob once bit my sister.
hah back before I was born my dad surprised my mom with a new house …….they were house hunting and seen an ok house and my dad asked my mon what she thought of it in a very nitpicky way and my mom told him something " well its pretty good and would work for a while "
he said "great we move in Monday " mom was shocked …… they did live there for two years until the place they really wanted finally came up and basically traded one place for the other
Oh, geez, I did that all the time: press the horn button, and my Cruze honked like an eager puppy. Too bad cars can’t be programmed to substitute other sounds for the horn, like friendly barking, or the alarm sound–perhaps James Earl Jones intoning, “Drop that fob, motherf----r!” You could maybe avoid your flashbacks that way.
I once saw a demonstration that supposedly showed you could open your car doors from farther away by putting the fob (aimed toward the car) against your head snd hitting the Remote Unlock button. I always meant to try that.
Mynd you, Føb bites Kan be pretti nasti
What was her last name?
I bought the Incomparable Sunflower a car Tuesday night. We have been discussing replacing her car for a month or so. Last Saturday we went to the new car show at the convention center and compared models. We had a short list of cars she liked.
We have been getting emails from the dealer where we bought our cars with offers to trade up. Monday, she got one with incentives for her car. Tuesday, I stopped at the dealer on my way home from work and had a talk with a salesman.
A little bit later I called Sunflower and confirmed that she did, in fact, like that model and then asked her: red or black?
A couple of hours later I showed up at home with a black 2019 Jeep Cherokee Trail Hawk …
She is happy with it.
Well, of course! Like you say, the two of you had been discussing replacing her car for a month or so, you had a short list of cars she liked, you discussed a particular model with a salesman, called her, and confirmed that she liked that car, and she chose which color as well.
IOW, while you drove the car home to her, Sunflower was a full participant in the decision-making process from beginning to end. You did some work on this on your own, but you checked with her before you pulled the trigger. Totally different from what Beckdawrek described.
Hermsgervordenbroti. Why do you ask?
I was wondering if it was the same Fob, but the girl I knew was named Smith, Fob Smith.