Elizabeth in Public.

Brake lights won't turn off?

Call a Dad then call the Subaru Dealership while reading a manual and enlisting two parking garage attendants to remove the fuse. That's not complicated- and it's the yellow one.

Mani/Pedi with a friend?

Eavesdrop on every conversation in the place while mouthing gossip to your friend only to have the owner of the salon realize what you're saying and interject the "correct" version of the story.
My version was so much better.

Dinner in the city?

Sit at one of those long tables. You know,  the ones with multiples groups of people all eating at the same rectangular table. Of course you join in the political debate going on next to you. Who wouldn't? 

Pick up your car at the parking garage?

Join another conversation while waiting for your car, obviously your opinion was needed. 

Apparently Elizabeth shouldn't be allowed out in public.

At least the old man that told me to shut up at church wasn't anywhere to be seen tonight. Something makes me think he wouldn't have approved of any of it.

Bless my heart.