She could lock the car but she couldn’t see the use on a day like today.
Not only was it bitterly cold, but the driver door had suddenly ceased to function altogether. To get out, she had crawled into the backseat – in the full regalia of her business clothes – and stumbled out onto the salt encrusted parking lot, giggling and feeling a bit like a circus clown. Her newly salty white knees and red face did not help dispel the feeling. Neither did the looks on the faces of her work colleagues.
If someone else wanted the pleasure of the traveling carnival that was her car, they would be welcome to it.