I fully believe that when you purchase a car that is automatic, it needs to live up to its' name. My belief was thrown out the window today, as my car became DRT (dead right there) at one of the busiest intersections of the world. As the perspiration (no, lets call it what it is, SWEAT GOSH DARN IT, SWEAT) rolled off every inch of my body, I slowly stepped out of the car. I apologized to all the cars behind me, and they smiled and waived. Frantically calling on my cell phone with SOS's to all I knew, 2 boys on a motorcycle stopped and pushed my idiot car into the nearest parking lot at a Wal-Mart. Class reeked from me, as onlookers giggled at my plight. (not) My social status went from 10 to 0 in a heartbeat, as I had now fallen into what I felt was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Big man in big truck then came to my rescue. Put the little red cable things from his truck to my stupid car, and it started! After hugging everyone (boys and big man) I jumped in and....it stopped. Big man said it was my altinater (sp), and I was dead in the water. I started to cry, (no feminine trick, just out of control) he gave me bottled water, & called a tow truck for me.
2 hours later, tow truck man came and took my car and me away.
Car now in shop, no longer my best friend, I must wait until tomorrow to see why it got sick and died.
Wake-er upper! Another goal in single life I must accomplish. Car stuff. I am on it.
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