Help! Help! I'm Being Repressed!

Funny story. I promise I won't even try to weave this story into some spiritual application. Last Tuesday night our whole family was very excited to pick up our daughter from the airport for her first homecoming Thanksgiving. It was a very cold night, and so we were thankful for the warmth of our van. We stopped to run a quick errand and as my wife got out of the car I rolled down the window to shout out something to her. When she got back in the van, I tried to roll up the window, but suddenly there was a load pop and the glass fell down into the door. No matter what we tried, our electric window just would not roll up and we had to get to the airport. Not good!All Aleta and I could do was push the glass up and have her push on the glass, using counter pressure, to keep the window up and the heat in the car. If she let go of the glass, we would be out of luck and very cold. So we drove to the airport with Aleta looking like a car-jacking victim, desperate to escape the reach of her tormentor - Me! She looked like that guy in Monty Python's "Holy Grail" movie who shouts out, "Help! Help! I'm being repressed!" It was hilarious to drove by airport police and security officers who took second glances at Aleta as they tried to figure out what they were seeing. Thankfully we picked up our daughter, I was not arrested for car-jacking, and we got home after a valiant struggle by my wife to keep that window up all the way from San Jose airport, over highway 17 and to our home. You never know what life will throw at you. If you can find some spiritual moral in this story please feel free to share it.