My wife took the Z to a wedding that I had managed to body swerve last week. I took the kids to the window to wave her of and watched as she stood in the drive pointing the key at the car and pushing the button for about a minute. Eventually I opened the window and she shouted that the key wasn't working. I asked which button she was pressing and she said the middle one*. 8) I believe it's called an epic fail.
An hour later she called to say that the key wasn't working again.
I take care of all my cars but I'm not overly protective, I don't sit and worry about them getting damaged while they are parked. The wife knows to treat my car as I would. Not as she would treat her own. Which has more dents than Gordon Ramsays face.
* yes, she is blonde.