Car Go Boom

My car died today on Woodruff, right in front of the stadium. It sucked majorly for me, because I was almost to work but I couldn't budge my car. But the people that simply had to go around me took it badly. Even with my blinkers on, I got many honks and angry fingers as people blew rudely past me. Bus drivers were yelling through the window at me. Everyone acted like I broke down on purpose just to spite them!

As if that wasn't bad enough, I panicked because this is the kind of thing I usually call my dad about, and we aren't talking. Besides, once I came to my senses I realized that the grown-up thing to do is to call AAA and get towed. So I did that. And I called the mechanic to make sure I could tow it there and they would be available. After all of that, I called my mom and complained about all of the assholes that rushed up on my rear end like I was going to magically move my car just because they were there. What a bunch of jerks. I especially loved when I got the finger from snotty little students with their C passes and brand new daddy-cars.

Its just one of those many examples in life about how we kick people when they are down. I was already having a shitty day...why did they need to make it worse with the honks and fingers and yelling? I evaluated my options for pulling off somewhere, and there weren't any places to turn off. There were no berms or anything. I was already in the place on that stretch that would cause the least disruption (thank God that's where it stalled out!). So chill out people!

The shop called and said they could have it fixed by the end of the day, but it would be about $900. The distributor cap was flooded with leaking oil. The crank shaft was all messed up, and the spark plugs all need replaced. The electronics are all screwed up too. $900? That is a lot of appetizers...