After all of the craziness in New Orleans, the evacuation, the camping out at the airport overnight, etc., we get home to find my car is dying again.
It seriously was questionable whether we’d make it back to my home from the airport. The car wouldn’t go into gear at all — we COASTED down the parking garage and finally got it to kick into gear just in time to go through the tollbooth. How embarrassing, to have to ask the tollbooth operator to leave the gate up a little longer while we coaxed the car into moving…
On the way home, it kept slipping in and out of gear. Every time I came up on a stoplight, I cringed, wondering if it was going to start moving again. This weekend I had to beg friends for rides the two times we needed to leave my place, and Sal had to try to call out of work on Tuesday (fortunately, his local boss is REALLY understanding and arranged for a ride!)
So now, having spent $600 on the car getting it fixed, I had to have the damn thing towed this morning. You can imagine my joy…
I just want my car back, damn it!
