I worked a lot of overtime last week, so by the time Friday rolled around my supervisor said that as long as I was in the office for an 11:00 and a 1:30 meeting, I could take the rest of the day off. When the first meeting was over, I turned off my computer, packed up my things, and set off on what I like to call a middle-of-the-daycation.
I planned to take myself to Chick Fil A for lunch and then wander around the bookstore, but when I remembered it was a Friday in Lent and I couldn’t have meat, I decided to swing by Sonic for some mozzarella sticks instead.
I parked, ordered, and ate. I didn’t read or listen to the music or talk on the phone. Just sat in silence and stared out the window at the cars driving by. It was lovely.
And then it was time to go back to the office and I tried to turn my car on.
I performed a quick inventory of the situation and once I confirmed that the car was indeed in park and the key was in the ignition correctly, I realized, HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
Or maybe more like, PROGRESSIVE INSURANCE ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE, WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
It wasn’t cold, I was in a safe place, it was light outside, and I had nowhere urgent to be, so I didn’t really panic. The situation ranked very low on the scale of ONE TO SERIOUS. However, I'll admit that when the Progresssive operator ended our phone call with ‘HELP IS ON THE WAY,’ it added the air of drama that I so enjoy.
I decided to call Matt while I waited for the tow truck. I explained my predicament and then Matt said, “Well, do you have a wrench in your car that you could use to pop the gear shift?”
Excuse me. Have we met?
A tow truck pulled up about ten minutes later, they plugged something into the hood of my car, and Old Blue purred like a kitten.
It turns out the battery had died.
Which would explain why my windows have been rolling up and down very slowly lately and sometimes the radio volume didn’t work. Apparently those things are symptoms of a dying battery.
Now I know.
I drove straight home because I didn’t want to turn my car off anywhere else, and that’s when I called Matt and gave him the good news that HEY! WE HAVE FRIDAY NIGHT PLANS! REPLACING MY CAR BATTERY!”
And because Matt is fantastic and also secretly loves a little automotive drama, he came over on his way home from the office and we set to work changing the battery.
And by “we” I obviously mean “he.” All I did was stand around and pontificate on the increasing price of dry cleaning and my thoughts on organic fruit.
And then Matt told me to start up my car, and so I did, with great success.
Tomorrow morning I’m driving two hours away for a work meeting with a co-worker. I’m sure my car will be just fine, but in case we break down, I sure hope it’s near a Sonic.