Mine was trouble on the domestic front, not international.
My parents had bought their first brand-new car - a 1967 Chevrolet Caprice coupe, center-shift transmission, bucket seats. They were so proud.
My mother left me in the car while she went grocery shopping (hey, it was the 60s) and I found this great thing on the dashboard that heated up, and left really fun rings in the upholstery when I pressed it to the seat. They weren't happy with me.
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Around the time of my little
'international boarder incident,' my mom was hinting to my grandparents that she needed a new car. That Xmas grandpa gave here one of those cigarette lighters with a note that said, "Well, you've gotta start somewhere." π€£