Adventures in Automotive Ailments
...for an appropriately alliterative appellation for this account.
This afternoon, I was supposed to pick up cygna_hime from campus and come back to my house to play with kitties and hang out. My car had other plans, about which it had failed to inform me. I parked in the Butterfield lot to wait for her, and when she arrived, I went to start the car. And failed. Repeatedly.
First I called P-Safe, who tried to help, but the problem wasn't the battery or anything else they could easily remedy, so it was time to call my Emergency Roadside Assistance number. It took the poor man who answered over an hour and a half to find me a tow truck; apparently, Geico doesn't have a lot of affiliated garages in the Middletown area. So, cygna and I hung out in the car while we waited, and eventually I called the boy, and he came to wait with us as well (which was nice, since otherwise I might not have gotten to see him today, and I deeply value my opportunities to spend time with him).
So finally, the tow truck arrives (and drives right past the parking lot, not once, but TWICE, before spotting us), and tows the car home. My mother's mechanic friend is coming to look at it tomorrow. I've got my fingers crossed that it'll turn out to be something easily-fixable, but I'd appreciate any lucky, car-worky thoughts and wishes people felt like throwing in my direction.
This afternoon, I was supposed to pick up cygna_hime from campus and come back to my house to play with kitties and hang out. My car had other plans, about which it had failed to inform me. I parked in the Butterfield lot to wait for her, and when she arrived, I went to start the car. And failed. Repeatedly.
First I called P-Safe, who tried to help, but the problem wasn't the battery or anything else they could easily remedy, so it was time to call my Emergency Roadside Assistance number. It took the poor man who answered over an hour and a half to find me a tow truck; apparently, Geico doesn't have a lot of affiliated garages in the Middletown area. So, cygna and I hung out in the car while we waited, and eventually I called the boy, and he came to wait with us as well (which was nice, since otherwise I might not have gotten to see him today, and I deeply value my opportunities to spend time with him).
So finally, the tow truck arrives (and drives right past the parking lot, not once, but TWICE, before spotting us), and tows the car home. My mother's mechanic friend is coming to look at it tomorrow. I've got my fingers crossed that it'll turn out to be something easily-fixable, but I'd appreciate any lucky, car-worky thoughts and wishes people felt like throwing in my direction.