Well….I didn’t end up stalled in a cornfield? Or the middle of the highway? Things could be worse! Right?
So on Monday, my battery and alternator absolutely totally died. I managed with much drama to get the car to a service station and paid them to put in new ones. But the car was still making this horrible vibrating sound.
(You see how Rani’s hips go in this song? Now, picture that same rhythm, but coming from the frame of your car)
So I managed to get it up to my parents’ place and then we took it to their favorite service station/dealer. Who were very nice, but also told me it would be a horrendous amount of money to even start fixing the car. And then my Dad took me out for ice cream.
(Shahrukh=My Dad, Me=Little girl)
Post-half a chocolate peanut fudge sundae, I called them back and poked for a little more information. Until eventually I got the nice office lady to say “if it was my car, I’d save the money and put it towards a new one instead”. And then I poked harder and got to talk directly to the mechanic who said “if you don’t want to repair it, you can take it home, but I wouldn’t let my wife drive it right now”. Which, yes, is terribly patriarchal, but is also the kind of bottom line you are looking for from a mechanic.
(Let’s assume he is the Surinder Sahni nice kind of non-patriarchal but caring husband. Surinder would never let Taani drive on a car with broken everything)
So we finished our ice cream. And then we very carefully drove home while I tried to remember what the heck I had done with the title to the car. The car is now all tucked in at my parents’ place, where it shall remain until I donate it or find one of those “cash for junk” places to tow it off. Once I find the title. Which I know is somewhere in my desk, but where?
(I need the title to surprise me by sexily appearing in my dreams and leading me to it in reality. And yes, this post is very Shahrukh heavy, but I am stressed and he is my comfort food!)
Tomorrow morning I get up at dawn to take the train in to work, leaving Dog Hazel with my parents. They get to keep her until Sunday when I will have to rent a car I guess to get back up there for the big hosting event that was planned months back before this whole car thing happened, and then drive home again with Dog Hazel.
(I’ll sing to her as we go, to calm her in the strange car. And calm me in the strange car. I don’t know how to drive another car! I’ve been driving this one since I was 15!)
And at some point in the next 6 months, I will find a very good deal on a used car somewhere in the world. And also find a donation place or else one of those cash for junk places to tow it out of my parents’ drive way.
(Somewhere out there, there is some car made for me)
And, most importantly, Dog Hazel still loves me and thinks I know what I am doing with my life.