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A (metaphorical) perfect storm
So in our last exciting entry, I had a flat tire, and my garage door wouldn't open.
I texted Greg to tell him what happened, and that I wasn't sure whether in some metaphysical sense it was all his fault. He called me back and said he'd be over in half an hour to see what he could do. An hour and a half later, he arrived. He checked the garage door opener, and said that the spring was broken, so there was nothing he could do -- I needed a proper garage door service company.
He then tried to use his compressor gadget to reinflate the flat tire so I could drive to the auto shop, but at this point it wasn't holding air at all.
So I set up an online request to AAA, asking for either a tow or a tire change. Three hours later, the AAA guy arrived and changed the tire. I gathered all my stuff for the party, and got in the car. It wouldn't start; the battery was just alive enough for the dome light, but not to start the car.
I called a friend who lived nearby to see if he could give a ride to the party, and it turned out he'd just arrived there. He offered to drive back and pick me up, but I told him that would be silly. I took an Uber there instead.
The party was lovely, and my peddernodder were well-received, so the day wasn't a total loss. Also, the local friends gave me a ride to my usual Tuesday night trivia game, which was still in progress.
Now I'm home again.
Tomorrow, Greg will come over again if he's willing, give the car a jump, and follow me to Bobby & Steve's auto shop. Otherwise, it'll be another request to AAA. Either way, I'm not driving that car anywhere else until it has a new battery and all four tires have been checked over and replaced as necessary.
I texted Greg to tell him what happened, and that I wasn't sure whether in some metaphysical sense it was all his fault. He called me back and said he'd be over in half an hour to see what he could do. An hour and a half later, he arrived. He checked the garage door opener, and said that the spring was broken, so there was nothing he could do -- I needed a proper garage door service company.
He then tried to use his compressor gadget to reinflate the flat tire so I could drive to the auto shop, but at this point it wasn't holding air at all.
So I set up an online request to AAA, asking for either a tow or a tire change. Three hours later, the AAA guy arrived and changed the tire. I gathered all my stuff for the party, and got in the car. It wouldn't start; the battery was just alive enough for the dome light, but not to start the car.
I called a friend who lived nearby to see if he could give a ride to the party, and it turned out he'd just arrived there. He offered to drive back and pick me up, but I told him that would be silly. I took an Uber there instead.
The party was lovely, and my peddernodder were well-received, so the day wasn't a total loss. Also, the local friends gave me a ride to my usual Tuesday night trivia game, which was still in progress.
Now I'm home again.
Tomorrow, Greg will come over again if he's willing, give the car a jump, and follow me to Bobby & Steve's auto shop. Otherwise, it'll be another request to AAA. Either way, I'm not driving that car anywhere else until it has a new battery and all four tires have been checked over and replaced as necessary.