I've already done all the training I can do for the half-marathon and so today and tomorrow are supposed to be filled with rest and relaxation. So I drove to a nice little sub shop during my lunch today, ordered my sandwich, and was going to eat my lunch in my car and listen to a little Jim Rome (http://www.jimrome.com/) (Sports talk) but I turned the key and just heard a little 'click' ' click ' which wasn't a good sign i.e. el battery es no working. That's just awesome!
So I asked two guys who were getting into the car in front of me if they had jumper cables, and could help - "nope, sorry duuuude". Then the gal next to me who was pulling out - "Nope sorry, I just took them out of my car" yeah right! Of course you did I mean who wouldn't make a point of "removing" jumper cables from their car. Then another couple pulled in and quickly said "no, sorry" and wouldn't even make eye contact with me, as if I was was a homeless bum looking for some spare change - why don't you put on some more makeup lady! I wanted to say.
So I sat back in my car, dejected, wondering what Jim Rome was talking about today, watching other people who got in their car and took for granted the fact that their car started "You don't even know!" I wanted to scream. It was also starting to get cold outside, the "Feels Like" meter had dipped into the 30's, and the wind was gusting.
As I hung my head I looked down at my wrist and my eyes fixed on my hemp wristband with the letters "WWJD" on it i.e. "What would Jay Do" so I decided to pull myself together and scope out a hill that I could push my Civic down and roll-start it. There was only a small hill, about a 50 yards away that served as the 'exit ramp' if you will from this particular parking lot onto a 6 lane highway - so there were some risks. Right now I had a dead car in a parking lot, I could end up with a dead car on the freeway. So I looked at again at my wristband and thought, ok here goes nothing.
I proceeded to back out my Civic with the ancient heel-toe push method, cranked the wheel and then started to push it towards the aforementioned exit ramp. All the while people are looking at me from the comforts of their "Running" car and most likely have heat, music, maybe even Jim Rome on the radio I thought? Even one gal I could see through her windshield was saying to herself "oooooo" as in "ooooo - sucks to be him" - and she was right. I made it to the exit ramp, hopped in and popped it, and nothing happened, "click" "click" and it was getting closer and closer to the highway and then I popped it again - and finally it sputtered and started.
So I pulled into my parking garage back at work, turned off the car, and checked to see if it would turn back on. Nope. So in about another 3 hours, I'll have to push start it again.
So much for R&R. TGIF!
So I asked two guys who were getting into the car in front of me if they had jumper cables, and could help - "nope, sorry duuuude". Then the gal next to me who was pulling out - "Nope sorry, I just took them out of my car" yeah right! Of course you did I mean who wouldn't make a point of "removing" jumper cables from their car. Then another couple pulled in and quickly said "no, sorry" and wouldn't even make eye contact with me, as if I was was a homeless bum looking for some spare change - why don't you put on some more makeup lady! I wanted to say.
So I sat back in my car, dejected, wondering what Jim Rome was talking about today, watching other people who got in their car and took for granted the fact that their car started "You don't even know!" I wanted to scream. It was also starting to get cold outside, the "Feels Like" meter had dipped into the 30's, and the wind was gusting.
As I hung my head I looked down at my wrist and my eyes fixed on my hemp wristband with the letters "WWJD" on it i.e. "What would Jay Do" so I decided to pull myself together and scope out a hill that I could push my Civic down and roll-start it. There was only a small hill, about a 50 yards away that served as the 'exit ramp' if you will from this particular parking lot onto a 6 lane highway - so there were some risks. Right now I had a dead car in a parking lot, I could end up with a dead car on the freeway. So I looked at again at my wristband and thought, ok here goes nothing.
I proceeded to back out my Civic with the ancient heel-toe push method, cranked the wheel and then started to push it towards the aforementioned exit ramp. All the while people are looking at me from the comforts of their "Running" car and most likely have heat, music, maybe even Jim Rome on the radio I thought? Even one gal I could see through her windshield was saying to herself "oooooo" as in "ooooo - sucks to be him" - and she was right. I made it to the exit ramp, hopped in and popped it, and nothing happened, "click" "click" and it was getting closer and closer to the highway and then I popped it again - and finally it sputtered and started.
So I pulled into my parking garage back at work, turned off the car, and checked to see if it would turn back on. Nope. So in about another 3 hours, I'll have to push start it again.
So much for R&R. TGIF!
2 comments:
Yea those people in 'runnin' cars are pretty smug and have that I-stayed-in-school-and-did-my-homework look. I stood in the falling snow once at the king sooper parking lot, using the international signal for I need a jump (car hood opened - pleading expression)with my OWN damn set of jumper cables in my hands, waving. and trying to make eye contact. people drove by and acted like I was just some wacky ass character from the west side with a beard, cowboy hat and house slippers. With no help from any ‘runnin’ car owners, I finally figured out that one of the battery terminal ends was a bit loose. I twisted the clamp till it made contact, hopped into the car, turned the key, and the mighty Subby roared into life.
sometimes 'runnin' car people forget we are all in this together.
Whores!
God damned Texan whores!
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