Okay, so the Gods hate me. Or else I did something really bad in my last life, because as if the last week hasn’t been irritating enough, my car tried to commit suicide AGAIN today. YAY!
I was at the grocery store, getting some provisions and when I came back out, my car refused to start. And I mean, refused. It made this horrible whirring noise when I tried to start it, and I SWEAR that it was the car saying, “NO!” like a petulant two-year-old. Goody. Okay, so I popped the hood (like I know what’s going on under there) and realized that I had left the fan plugged in.
Remember last week when my car overheated and the mechanic did the Frankenstein jobby on it, so that I can drive it? Well, the Frankenstein jobby is such that I have to pop the hood before I start my car, and plug in the fan in the radiator so that it cools the car down (it wasn’t coming on, on its own, so now I have to turn it on by hand). Then, when I get where I’m going, I have to pop the hood again and unplug the fan, so that it doesn’t drain the battery. It’s irritating, but not completely horrible. At least it makes my car drive-able.
It would seem that when I went into the grocery store, I forgot to unplug the fan, so when I tried to start my car, it wouldn’t start. Lovely. Typical for my life. Anyway, I called Mel and she suggested that I call a Taxi company, and she gave me a couple of numbers. Tried them both – one was out of service (helpful) and the other “don’t give boosts”. Excellent. So, I tried approaching a couple of people in the parking lot, but no one had booster cables. Again, wonderful. Eventually I tried a tow company (at $40 a boost!), but no one answered! Jeez.
So Mel & her family took pity on me, and Mel’s brother came out to help me. Of course, as he was on his way, wouldn’t you know it, I locked my FUCKING keys in my car!! Good, so a bad day just got LOTS worse. Great. Luckily though, Mel has an extra set of keys for my car, so her brother stopped there first, we opened my car & he gave me a boost. Now I feel bad! I’m sure he was busy, and I don’t know how to repay him…
One woman actually asked me if I needed help, which was so nice of her. She didn’t have jumper cables, and Mel had already called her brother for me, so I told her I was fine. But she did offer me her CAA card, which is making me think that I’d better look into getting my own CAA card. Of course, as soon as I get it, I won’t need it. But I guess it’s better to err on the side of caution. Then at least I’ll have someone to call when my car commits suicide for real. Yikes.
