Baby, Ain't NOBODY Drivin' My Car

The title alone should tell you something. O_o

Yesterday and today, I would have gladly paid a terrorist to blow up my car. Let me explain...

Last week, I had a flat at the doctor's office which the wrecker service changed. Got the donut put on. I've been driving on it for a little over a week, but I don't go out too much, and L's been kind enough to take me when I need to go. So, yesterday I had the new tire mounted and my left taillight replaced. No problems, everything's good. Drove the car for about an hour, went to the used bookstore for a couple hours, came outside...

Click.

Holy crap, to purloin a phrase. Found a guy who jumped me off, got back in the car, turned the A/C up one notch...

Car died.

Click.

New guy, got me started--again--drove down the road to pick up dinner. Was sitting in the drive-thru at Hardee's, turned to drive around to the window...

Car died.

No click.

This really nice guy who worked at Hardee's tried jumping my battery for 30 minutes in the drive-thru lane--which they shut down while I was blocking it, luckily there weren't many customers. The charge wouldn't take.

So my little car spent the night sitting in a parking space at Hardee's, where the drive-thru worker and a guy from the bar in the strip mall behind it had pushed it. We met the wrecker guy there this morning; he dragged it up on a flatbed and drove it back to PepBoys, where it had spent part of yesterday being re-shoed. Found out later: one battery cable's broken, no problem to fix it.

But.

The front brakes are gone. I have to have the pads, the fluid, and the rotors replaced.

Click.

Anyway, my four-wheeled baby is spending the weekend in the garage at PepBoys because I was too fucking tired to pick it up tonight. At least it's safe and being repaired.

All this, plus my older nephew C (the one who contracts for the DOD in Iraq) has come home to get treatment for kidney stones. That part's ok. The part that's NOT ok is that last night he thought he was having a heart attack and stayed overnight in the ER, then Observation; they did every test known to man plus some probably not yet known. Ran the dye and did the treadmill this morning. According to the doctor, C had all the symptoms, but no signs, of a heart attack. They found nothing. Said his age was a precluding factor (he's 30), and that there could be any number of reasons why this happened.

He's seriously thinking about not going back overseas. I hope he doesn't.

Oh, and then this afternoon on the way home? L drove over a curb and sliced her right front tire. Luckily we were at a gas station, and this very nice young man helped us change the spare.

I'm not even asking what else can happen.

Click.