Alex, I’ll take “Things not to say to a cubicle full of engineers” for $600, please.
My workday was done. I headed out to my Aerostar. It was time to go to the Y for my afternoon workout, then home to defrost dinner. Typical Tuesday, till I turned the key in the ignition.
Nothing. Try again. Nothing. Cycle the gear shift lever. [sub]well, I had to try something[/sub] Try again. Nothing. Open the hood. Look at the engine. Yep, it’s an engine. Nothing’s smoking or leaking or glowing or making eerie noises. Close hood. Try again. Nothing.
So, back to the office to call spouse. Dunno why, since there was nothing he could do. Even if his work day was done and even if he hadn’t taken his motorcycle, he still wouldn’t have been able to get on base and help me. But I had to share anyway. That’s what marriage is about – sharing. So we decided I needed to try to get a jump, then take the car to the garage across from Wal Mart. Failing that, I’d have to figure out if AAA could get on base to help me.
The guys in my cubicle had already left. I went to ask Jeff if he had cables. Nope. We went to Phil’s cube, and that’s when I uttered the title words. We all shared a laugh, then I was informed by 2 more of them that they didn’t have cables. Phil did offer some suggestions (they didn’t help, but it was nice of him) and I found out that one of our interns had cables.
He got me started, but I was afraid to turn on the air or the radio (all my presets were gone anyway) – I opened the windows and headed for the Ford repair place. On the way, it occurred to me that my van is 5 ½ years old and I’ve never replaced the battery. It also occurred to me that I needed to remember to close the windows before turning the engine off.
The woman at the trouble desk took my key, then came back and informed me that I was, in fact, dead. She wasn’t able to get my odometer reading either – very dead. I’d intended to take the car in on Saturday anyway, so I gave her the list of other things that needed to be done, then gathered my gym bag and lunch cooler, and headed to the Y. What the heck – it was only a mile away, home was about 3 miles – and hubby was coming to pick me up there after he left the office. Might as well get my workout in.
It’s been humid as all get-out the last 2 days, but lucky for me, Tuesday wasn’t as hot as Monday, and there was a little breeze. Still, I was dripping wet when I arrived at the air conditioned bliss that is the Clay County YMCA. About 40 minutes later, spouse and child showed up with my swimsuit, and I was soon cool and pruny.
We got the call about the van that night – battery is not holding a charge. Transmission fluid smells funky and should be changed (allegedly, it was changed in October – Pep Boys will be getting a nasty letter from me soon) and the cooling system needs to be flushed (another thing PB was supposed to have done.) I’m also having the fluid in the differential changed – that shoulda been done 8K miles ago. Other than that, the guy said my van is in pretty good shape. So for less than the cost of one car payment, I’ll be ready to rock again!
And, coincidentally, on Monday, we were all informed that everyone at the Depot is getting a $375 bonus because we won the SECNAV Ashore Safety Award for an unprecedented third year in a row. Just as coincidentally, the repairs will cost just a bit over $300. Heck, I didn’t want new glasses anyway!
So, the moral of the story is… ummmm… there is no moral. It’s a pretty dull story, too. But I had to share.