You Know How To Press Her Buttons

My aunt was taking me home after a post-surgery doctor’s appointment. We get to her, new to her, car. She unlocks the door with the key fob and opens her door.

I try my door. It’s still locked. 

She tries the fob again. My door is still locked. 

I tell her to press the unlock button on the door.

She presses the window button instead.

Me: “No. Above it.”

Again, she presses the window button.

Me: “No. The one ABOVE it.”

Aunt: “No, I have to do it from this!”

She tries the fob again. My door is still locked.

With a sigh, I walk to the driver’s side and press the door button on the door, and then I go back to the passenger side.

Et voilà. My door opens.

Aunt: “How did you do that?”

Me: “It’s a button that unlocks the door.”

I tell her, trying not to make her feel stupid.

To be fair, I probably should have mentioned the symbol of the unlocked lock on the button, but I’m not 100% certain she would have found it, even if I had.