May 26, 2007

The Drama

So, the saga of my car continues.  I had the trans replaced about two weeks ago.  So two days ago, I’m following The Sean home from getting his car reparied, to make sure he gets there okay.

I’m a little over 50 miles away from my place.  The trans starts slipping.  Violently.  I make it to a stop light, when it totally freezes up, and my car starts smoking.  REALLY smoking.

I jump out of my car at the same time this little cutie runs over from the gas station and asks if I need to be pushed over there.  He has four friends behind him.  We push it across three lanes of traffic, and they claim to see open flame at the bottom of my car.

I grab my purse and library books out of the car (in hindsight, this is the funniest thing ever - I am SO my Mother’s daughter for worrying about the library books and not the four pair of shoes in the back seat), and head to the side of the gas station to call Sean and ask him to turn around.

Next thing I know, there are fire engines and an ambulance pulling up.  Mr.Fireman checks it out and doesn’t see flames; and by that time My Hero Sean has arrived.

So. Long story short, the trans place is repairing my car.  Which will take them at least five days. And they’re refusing to pay towing costs (and I haven’t even mentioned the potential call-out bill from the fire department).  So it looks like I may have to pull on the Big Girl Boots and have my first real fight like this.  But I figure I should wait until the keys are back in my hands.

Thrilling, huh?

I have to say that I am amazingly lucky to have the people I have in my life - both the friends that’re carting my car-less ass around (yes, no loaner car offered either) and the strangers who’ve helped as well.  People rock.

Well, except for the transmission guy.  Dude, YOU suck.

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