My trusty Cavalier of 10 years is starting to show signs of aging. Twice in the last week and a half, ironically both times while I was shopping at Albertsons, I've turned the key in my car's ignition and have been greeted by deafening silence. I was going to have the car looked at immediately after the first time that it gave me trouble, but Dad was in town and it seemed awfully inconvenient to be short a car when you have company. This was despite the fact that Dad tried to persuade me to bring the car into the shop.
Besides, the car started just fine the next day. I figured that it was an isolated incident. Every time that the car started just fine over the next couple of days made me all the more confident. I had been planning to take the car into the shop soon anyway. I figured that once I arrived at the abstract time in the future when it was convenient to drop my car off for a couple of days, I might mention to the mechanic that once upon a time I had trouble getting the car started. After all, it was just an isolated incident.
The moral of the story is that I deserved to get stranded at Albertson's tonight. That's what I get for being such a dumbass and not having the car looked at right away. Luckily, Marci was home and came to rescue me.
Does anyone want to take bets on whether or not I have really learned my lesson yet? Even as I am writing this post, I am thinking, "Hmm. I am heading out of town this weekend and have to drive to the airport. It would really be more convenient if I could just wait until I got back from Minneapolis before I take the car in. What are the chances that this could happen again before this weekend?". Is anyone available Friday afternoon to drive me to the airport?
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Hm. No, sorry, can't help. Good luck.
What are you doing in Minneapolis?
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