Last night, when I went to leave Spring Arbor, my car wouldn't start. The battery wasn't dead, lights were coming on, but it refused to turn over. I don't know anything about cars, I was tired, and it was cold. The situation quickly reduced me to tears.
Somehow, Jamin managed to get it started, and I came back to Chelsea. On the way I stopped and put air in one of my tires (I need to do it once every week or so, it's got a slow leak).
Earlier today I went out to try to start my car (to make sure that it would start again, because I don't know what Jamin did to get it to work), and I saw that the tire I had put air in less than 12 hours before was totally flat.
Lovely.
My dad is planning to bring out a new tire, thank goodness, but I still just hate this stupid car.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Define: Stupid Car
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