When I got out of my car to go to work, I noticed that the automatic door lock wasn't working. I got out of the car, manually locked it, made a mental note to go to the dealership shop afterwork, and went to work. After work, the car wouldn't start at all. I fished out my AAA card, thanked my lucky stars for a few cell phone bars, and was told someone would come out to help me in the next half hour. I was also feeling quite smart for having AAA and thinking about how I really do need it at least once a year and how peace of mind is worth the membership price. (I am not being paid to say that.) So I got out a towel, sat on the grass, and made lemonade out of the situation by enjoying my new book. Also, it was a gorgeous day and this is what the sky above me looked like:
When the AAA guy came, I popped open the hood of the car for him to inspect. He immediately pointed out that one of the clamp things that attaches to the battery had popped off. He reattached it and ran his special machine to test it. I turned the ignition and the car worked perfectly. It took him less than five minutes to solve my problem and we were both off on our merry way. Until I started mentally kicking myself for being so totally helpless! Why didn't I pop open the stupid hood in the first place? It would have taken me a second, but I could absolutely have put the clampy thing back on the battery myself! It was a while ago, but I did take a whole semester of auto shop in high school, learned how to change a tire, change the oil, and other various bits. Ugh. Slightly disgusted with myself amd aiming to be more self sufficient in the future.
Then I came home to my sweet dog and the dozen roses HH brought to celebrate my birth. Back to happy times!
Are you comfortable popping the hood of your car and troubleshooting?
- weather: cooling trend
- tops, gifted from M-i-L and Dadtoo
- skinny jeans, old, approximate current cost per wear (accpw) less than $1
- gladiatorish sandals, very old, accpw less than $1
- awesome bag, gift from i-Ls