Today, I decided to go to Whole Foods to get sandwich. I was thinking about the chicken breast last night on the rustic bread, with spicy mustard. I get in my car, put the key in the ignition and nothing happens. I’m in auto pilot, so I think, maybe I did this wrong. Let’s try again. Nothing.
Then I have total brain fart. I wonder, am I in the right car? Yes dummy, you opened the door. All this junk in the passenger seat and in the backseat, is truly yours. Try another thought.
Then I think back to when I started my car this morning. It did make a weird sound but me being me, I thought, “That didn’t sound good but let’s keep going.” I do what any grown adult does. Call someone I know with an AAA card (my mom). She agrees to come and bring me hers. She starts to tell me I can pick it up. She doesn’t say it but she starts to speak, hesitates and laughs. She totally was going to say that.
I call AAA, they come within 20 minutes, do the diagnostics on the battery, to tell me the obvious. I take the Camster to Toyota and voilà – new battery!
I usually don’t go out for lunch. I’m glad that I attempted today. I would have been hella pissed at 5 p.m. on a Friday to find out I had a dead battery!