I can't get her off of my brain
I had to have my car towed this afternoon. My wonderful car, Margo, who has seen me through thick and thin ... well, I don't know who, but somebody forgot to turn the fucking lights off when she went in to work this morning at 7 o'clock, and really, it can't be totally her fault, because she was half asleep when she started driving (shh) and she can't really remember ever turning her lights on in the first place, but anyway, when she takes the keys out of the ignition, it doesn't matter if the key's still in the ignition, or if the lights are on, or what, but the car will still beep as if a) the key was still in the ignition or b) the lights were on, so she totally thought everything was copacetic and ANYWAY, when she returned to her car this afternoon, the battery was dead.
That was me. And my car. In case that was too confusing.
So I run back to the store and try to find Uncle Jean, he of the former Mechanic's License, but no, he is nowhere to be found. I do find Flexo, but "[he] has to be LOD in, like, five minutes. ... I've got AAA?" So I call my Dad to help me, because he's in Brunswick and will find me quicker than AAA will (and is cheaper, too).
We hook up the jumper cables, and try a couple of different things, and at one point something starts smoking, and then I call AAA anyway, like, one more set of eyes (preferably smarter than us) can't hurt, and then things start looking up, cuz lights come on and the smoke stops (and it was just a little smoke), but the engine isn't starting. And then the dude gets there, and the battery's fine, and charged and all, but the ignition isn't turning over, so it looks like the starter failed.
So Margo was towed to the Meineke in Topsham, and I'm spending the night at my parents' house in Brunswick (MAGIC FUTON) and driving The Kid's car to work, the Kia of the Koopas. (Normal cars have horses under the hood; my sister's car has Koopas.) And tomorrow I'll call Meineke and see what the damage is, and then, if I have to and nothing goes my way (as it occasionally does), I will cry big ginormous tears of pain if I have to buy a new car.
*deep breath of resolution* Anyway. To ease my pain, I'm building Uncle Jean a mix cd of dirty songs. After our last conversation, he asked for a copy of Erotica. I upped the ante and told him that not only could I burn him a copy of Erotica, but I could totally burn him a song of other dirty songs. This is pleasing me and making me happy and taking my mind off my car, so it's totally okay in my book.
Also: I bet ANYONE WHO DARES ten American dollars that he won't get the joke behind the song "If U Seek Amy." TEN AMERICAN DOLLARS.
That was me. And my car. In case that was too confusing.
So I run back to the store and try to find Uncle Jean, he of the former Mechanic's License, but no, he is nowhere to be found. I do find Flexo, but "[he] has to be LOD in, like, five minutes. ... I've got AAA?" So I call my Dad to help me, because he's in Brunswick and will find me quicker than AAA will (and is cheaper, too).
We hook up the jumper cables, and try a couple of different things, and at one point something starts smoking, and then I call AAA anyway, like, one more set of eyes (preferably smarter than us) can't hurt, and then things start looking up, cuz lights come on and the smoke stops (and it was just a little smoke), but the engine isn't starting. And then the dude gets there, and the battery's fine, and charged and all, but the ignition isn't turning over, so it looks like the starter failed.
So Margo was towed to the Meineke in Topsham, and I'm spending the night at my parents' house in Brunswick (MAGIC FUTON) and driving The Kid's car to work, the Kia of the Koopas. (Normal cars have horses under the hood; my sister's car has Koopas.) And tomorrow I'll call Meineke and see what the damage is, and then, if I have to and nothing goes my way (as it occasionally does), I will cry big ginormous tears of pain if I have to buy a new car.
*deep breath of resolution* Anyway. To ease my pain, I'm building Uncle Jean a mix cd of dirty songs. After our last conversation, he asked for a copy of Erotica. I upped the ante and told him that not only could I burn him a copy of Erotica, but I could totally burn him a song of other dirty songs. This is pleasing me and making me happy and taking my mind off my car, so it's totally okay in my book.
Also: I bet ANYONE WHO DARES ten American dollars that he won't get the joke behind the song "If U Seek Amy." TEN AMERICAN DOLLARS.