It Gets So Much Worse...
Hello, Children! Let me tell you a story. A story writen by the Devil and published by God Himself.
Directly after tying in my last post and scurrying down stairs to go to work, I hopped in my car (let's call it "Herman"), buckled in, turned the ignition, and...nothing. Nothing more than sickly whirring sounds pathetically leaking out of Herman's hood. Shit. So as not to bore the reader, I will give you the Reader's Digest version and tell you that many phone calls, a trip to Wal-Mart, and two hours later, Herman's engine was jump started, through the help of many kind people kind enough to get out of bed in order to help a poor, distressed, and rather clueless young lady. And, yes, I am that lady. I will take this moment to add that is was very very cold.
After Herman's sad little engine was purring in a more or less normal sort of way, I drove him 'cross town to the local Wal-Mart and gave the keys to a nice, round little woman in the "Tire and Lube" center. An hour later, my name resounded across the store and I returned to the aformentioned center, where I was informed that they couldn't change my battery because of a very small metal part that was corroded and needed replacing. GodDAMN IT.
I got a jump from the good folks at Wal-Mart and headed off to work a mere three and a half hours late. I stayed for the remainder of my sentence (six hours) and trudged outside to see if the car fairy had come to make all the bad things go away. Another long story short, some (male) managers took pity on me and poured Coke on my engine, jiggled some things, lent me a wrench and I was sent puttering on my way home, with the advice that I retrieve a replacement part from Auto Zone.
I went straight to the Zone for Autos, for fear that turning the car off would prove disatrous and aquired this part and a boy to help me put it in. Unfortunately, the corrosion on all the parts about my battery was so serious that the inexperienced Auto Zone boy only made matters worse and I left in a fit of frustration at the stupidity of the world.
And SO...today I must take poor Herman to an autoshop and see what they can do with him. Don't know how I'll get him there, how I'll pay for it, or what I'm going to do once he's there, but...
I am weary today.
On a related note, I want to thank all the players in this little drama that gave me assistance of any kind. Since I don't know what I'm talking about, I have to rely on others to help me out, and there were many people who made things much easier than they might have been for me yesterday. To all these folks: thanks.
-Chelle
Directly after tying in my last post and scurrying down stairs to go to work, I hopped in my car (let's call it "Herman"), buckled in, turned the ignition, and...nothing. Nothing more than sickly whirring sounds pathetically leaking out of Herman's hood. Shit. So as not to bore the reader, I will give you the Reader's Digest version and tell you that many phone calls, a trip to Wal-Mart, and two hours later, Herman's engine was jump started, through the help of many kind people kind enough to get out of bed in order to help a poor, distressed, and rather clueless young lady. And, yes, I am that lady. I will take this moment to add that is was very very cold.
After Herman's sad little engine was purring in a more or less normal sort of way, I drove him 'cross town to the local Wal-Mart and gave the keys to a nice, round little woman in the "Tire and Lube" center. An hour later, my name resounded across the store and I returned to the aformentioned center, where I was informed that they couldn't change my battery because of a very small metal part that was corroded and needed replacing. GodDAMN IT.
I got a jump from the good folks at Wal-Mart and headed off to work a mere three and a half hours late. I stayed for the remainder of my sentence (six hours) and trudged outside to see if the car fairy had come to make all the bad things go away. Another long story short, some (male) managers took pity on me and poured Coke on my engine, jiggled some things, lent me a wrench and I was sent puttering on my way home, with the advice that I retrieve a replacement part from Auto Zone.
I went straight to the Zone for Autos, for fear that turning the car off would prove disatrous and aquired this part and a boy to help me put it in. Unfortunately, the corrosion on all the parts about my battery was so serious that the inexperienced Auto Zone boy only made matters worse and I left in a fit of frustration at the stupidity of the world.
And SO...today I must take poor Herman to an autoshop and see what they can do with him. Don't know how I'll get him there, how I'll pay for it, or what I'm going to do once he's there, but...
I am weary today.
On a related note, I want to thank all the players in this little drama that gave me assistance of any kind. Since I don't know what I'm talking about, I have to rely on others to help me out, and there were many people who made things much easier than they might have been for me yesterday. To all these folks: thanks.
-Chelle