The Upset Mr. Stanley

For those of you who don't know, my car's name is Stanley. He's really creative in torturing me lately. Early this morning, at about 4:38 am, the alarm went off. I didn't realize it was Stanley at first, just annoyed at that 1 person in my complex who wasn't very fast at turning off the alarm. I looked out the window and what did I see? Stanley yelling and flashing lights at the world. I scrambled in the dark for my keys, luckily I have a remote, and unlocked the doors, turning off the alarm. I went back to bed a little paranoid, but since my car is FAR from being the nicest car in the parking lot, I was mostly just confused. At about 5:15, I heard a similar noise. Again, my car, but luckily I knew the drill. It happened two more times before I pulled my self out of bed and called Deaner. Neither the local car shops nor the expert father have any explanations. Hmm... Now I'm just sleep deprived and ornery.