Well, leaving the trunk open would be irresponsible.

Did they at least leave the keys in the ignition so she could listen to the radio? If they did then I guess I'm cool with it.

Kid was underage. That's why.

Also, the husband was having an affair with the babysitter.

Please, my parents left me in the car all the time. An 8 year old is more than capable of getting out of the car if the need to.

Locked trucks are safe...from the inside...

Unlocked trucks have a temper...

i bet they'd never lock their dog in the truck

Ohh, truck...I read that as "trunk" and was a lot more disturbed. Still is disturbing.

The child told police that she was scared that someone might kidnap her.

The parents were irresponsible. Should have left her a gun.

It's because the wife's Brazellion.

they both look farkin' crazy.. was it a crystal meth bar?

This used to be COMMON a couple decades ago and beyond.

On second thought, she would be safer in the bar than
at home

Back in my days as a child, Was just great to stay in the car. Get bored and honk the horn at people. Have the keys too, so could listen to music at full volume...And we did not even have to wear onions on our belts...

/Nanny? Can I has a public defender and a Foster Mum?
//I got a boo-boo. Can I has a $5,000 bill?

A truck? Kids today got it made

/How I dreamt of being locked in a truck

Motorcycle Cop: Whatcha got in the trunk?
J. Frank Parnell: Oh... You don't wanna look in there.

Haha this is awesome.

A few years back I had to pick up my BF's dad from a bar in Tulare, CA (map it). I parked around the other cars and honked the horn (as I instructed would be me), and about 4 different kids from 4 different cars heads popped up. They were all asleep.

Welcome to Central California!

People never cease to amaze me. When I was 8 (and my brother 4), my mom would leave us in the car to run into the store and get a gallon of milk, or whatever little errand she needed to run. That was no big deal...for 10 minutes.

/2 hours.
//At a bar.
///FACEPALM

Oh come on now, of course they had to leave her in the car. She was the designated driver.

In Florida, locking one's child in a car might be preferable to whatever bottom detritus one might find to serve as a "babysitter" for a couple of hours.

As a child, I was never left in a car for hours, but my sisters and I passed more than a few minutes in the car while my mom ran into the store, post awful, bank, etc. for whatever, and we never died or became seriously deformed during the experience.

Belac: Ohh, truck...I read that as "trunk" and was a lot more disturbed. Still is disturbing.

Same here.

ohmyvariousgods: Belac: Ohh, truck...I read that as "trunk" and was a lot more disturbed. Still is disturbing.

Same here.

yep, me too. Story was better before reading it more closely.

Princess!

She's 8! During my 8th summer, my mom kicked me out of the house at 7am, with 2 bucks in my pocket for lunch and I wasn't allowed to come home until dusk...and I LIKED IT! Scared of being kidnapped, oh please! I see that they're being indoctrinated early now.

/mon AND dad still look crazy
//sick of people only pointing out the craziness of the women, the man's eyes are just a crazy, and mean.
///bet he beats the mom...mean eyed man.

phark off

/drunk diali..urp... surfing

Gyrfalcon: ... and we never died or became seriously deformed during the experience.

Curiously, you don't have a pic in your profile, elephant man.

Of course, if this had happened in New York City, it would have been "left in locked apartment" instead of the truck, "three days" instead of a couple of hours, and wouldn't have made the news unless the kid died...

That's the best part about most of the Florida-tagged stories. They're news here, but they wouldn't be worth commenting on in a lot of other places.

"Both my mother and my father used to go to honky-tonk bars to do what everybody in that part of Texas did - drink. I'd wait for them outside in the car, alone. I remember hearing music and singing coming through the walls of the saloon to me in the car. I remember lying there, just waiting, just waiting, alone."

- Tommy Lee Jones

Belac: Ohh, truck...I read that as "trunk" and was a lot more disturbed. Still is disturbing.

Heh,I did the same thing.

Me thinks the lady needs BRAAAAAIIIIINNNNNSSSSSS!!!!!

/Whether to consume or use is entirely up to debate

I remember being left in the car, with the keys for the radio, as my mom ran errands, etc. Even with my little sister, too. Scary to think of, now. Of course, the worst part of this story is the idea of two drunk parents coming out of the bar, and driving home with their child in the truck. Or one of the other drunk patrons noticing a little girl all by herself at night...yikes!

tuna fingers: Gyrfalcon: ... and we never died or became seriously deformed during the experience.

Curiously, you don't have a pic in your profile, elephant man.

I'm a woman you scoffing owl, and I don't have a pic because I'm too ravishingly beautiful for the eyes of man to behold.

/I said "seriously" deformed, anyway.
//does overweight count as a deformity?

I remember this kind of thing being completely acceptable when I was a kid. Maybe not at a bar, but still.

Gyrfalcon: tuna fingers: Gyrfalcon: ... and we never died or became seriously deformed during the experience.

Curiously, you don't have a pic in your profile, elephant man.

I'm a woman you scoffing owl, and I don't have a pic because I'm too ravishingly beautiful for the eyes of man to behold.

/I said "seriously" deformed, anyway.
//does overweight count as a deformity?

Hmmmm...
How YOU doin, my lightly deformed princess?
*smooching sounds*

(Cheers!)

Gyrfalcon: As a child, I was never left in a car for hours, but my sisters and I passed more than a few minutes in the car while my mom ran into the store, post awful, bank, etc. for whatever, and we never died or became seriously deformed during the experience.

I did too. However, that was the 1970s. It's not the same world now that it was then.

Also, it was usually in the parking lot of a supermarket or drugstore, not a bar. That makes a difference too.

My husband remembers spending summer evenings in his PJs in the backseat of his parents' car, parked in the lot of the local tavern. He and his brother, who was a year older, would sit in the locked car and slug each other when they saw a one-eyed car, try to name the make and model of passing cars, and bicker with one another. Their parents would come out ever half hour or so to check on them and bring them a snack.

This was small-town Oregon in the 50s, though.

Thread Jack

Was there a semi recent movie with Pearl Jam doing the entire soundtrack? I think I read a review some while back. But keep hearing Eddie Vedder on the tv in the other room - and I just peeked too - some dude hitchiking.
Is it worth watching?

/end TJ

tuna fingers: Thread Jack

Was there a semi recent movie with Pearl Jam doing the entire soundtrack? I think I read a review some while back. But keep hearing Eddie Vedder on the tv in the other room - and I just peeked too - some dude hitchiking.
Is it worth watching?

/end TJ

Not Pearl Jam, exactly, just Eddie Vedder solo. The movie is "Into the Wild," true story about a young man who took off for Alaska after college, living entirely on his wits. Based on the book by Jon Krakauer, author of:

Into Thin Air
Into a Cab
Across the Street and Into a Grill

Me and a friend saw it. My friend has long hair and lives in hiking clothes. Kind of a freaky experience. Not a bad movie.

The kid wasn't locked in the truck. The doors don't lock that way.

BioCritter

I'm still laughing - thanks!

I got to wait in the car whenever I preferred it, from about age four. Listen to radio (thank god - my parents hated rock and roll), read books (including Mad magazines secreted by my boy cousins under the seat, which had to be sort of pried up for this to work), pretend, pretend to drive.

What's the big deal? And yeah there was crime back then, but life is full of risk (and win, if you risk).

Atypical Person Reading Fark: I got to wait in the car whenever I preferred it, from about age four. Listen to radio (thank god - my parents hated rock and roll), read books (including Mad magazines secreted by my boy cousins under the seat, which had to be sort of pried up for this to work), pretend, pretend to drive.

That word, I do not think it means what you think it means. Nasty. Funny, but nasty.

I remember plenty a Friday night spent IN the bar as a child; pinball, shuffleboard bowling machine, pool, the jukebox, beer pong (just kidding), it wasn't strange to me. I never thought much of it until I was 21 and the memories started to come back and I was kind of like, "Wow, I probably shouldn't have been here when I was six." The thing is my parents are Irish, they were used to kids being in pubs, when they came to the U.S. they kind of just continued that. I've since asked my dad what was up with the whole taking the kids to the bar thing, he told me he never realized it was a problem until there was a fight and my coat was burned by a cigarette. He said it's just different here in the U.S. and he didn't realize that at first. Oh well, I had a lot of fun.

I think I know what the word secreted means. Yup, I think I do.

/i think the pun was intended

Doink_Boink - I was thinking the same thing; why didn't they just take the kid inside?

My dad used to take my brother and I to the bar all the time! He'd buy us pop, give us handfuls of quarters, tell us not to bother the adults playing pool, and turn us loose.

/the problem came when he would decide to drive us home
//after 8 or so beers
///good luck - we has it

BIOCRITTER... I salute you, that was priceless. I totally heard the JAWS theme..!!!

I was drinking and locked my parents in the trunk

Hell, I spent every Friday night at the bar from the time I was 5 until my teen years. Learned to shoot pool, play pinball, shoot darts, and play cards from the pros.

/just w/ Dad
//Gramps owned the bar

TFA said Dad drove to the bar and met Mom there, leaving Junior in the car.

Did Mom know Junior was waiting in the car this whole time? TFA doesn't say, but I'd cut her slack if she was told Junior was with a babysitter or was told "She's sleeping" and left to assume "Sleeping at home."

/Also left in the car a few times as a kid.
//But only for a few minutes.
///While Mom ran in to get milk or some such thing.
////But TWO HOURS...? Outside of a BAR...?
//Slashies!