stupid fucking car battery(and the morons involved)

I know what is going on so I don’t need a tow truck, yes, I have no money which magnifies the reason I don’t need a tow truck, but I’m not a car ignorant fuck, yes, it’s in the warm season so I know a dead battery is a surprise. No, there were no symptoms, yes I cleaned the terminals, no it’s not the ignigion, no, my starter is not worn out, no you can not try to push start my car, and fuck no you can not try to push start my car with your truck, my car is an automatic and that has a bad habit of dropping the tranny in the middle of the road. No, I don’t have an auto club, No I don’t particularly give a fuck if the cops see me, cause I am not drunk and I’m not doing anything wrong and I certainly don’t need a cab, no, I don’t need starter juice(you stupid fuck), it’s not the brakes(you almost as stupid fuck), and no the altitude doesn’t effect batteries all that much, yes, I turned the key all the way, and no I don’t think I got what I deserved for driving a ‘Jap’ car which your dumb ass dosen’t even recognize what the hell it is until I tell you.

I simply need a jump as I politely explained to the first person, and the second and the third and so on. I don’t need your dumb asses surrounding my car talking shit out of your asses to impress your hoochie de jour. I simply need a jump and then I can make it home because my alternator is fine.

Thank you, dreadlock dude, for listening through the mass of morons, pulling your car up, lifting the hood, and letting me put my jumper cables on. if I see you again I will buy you a beer or ten.

Sooo… this happened outside of a club or bar late at night, I take it. Is it my imagination, or are guys with dreads unusually nice/kind/friendly?

Of course they’re all nice. They’re all high on gaja. :smiley:

wolfman, Nick Mason of Pink Floyd fame has been there too, and he has felt your pain, and he has immortalized it.

I have to throw in an “I agree!” People can be so thick-headed when it comes to jump starts. I had to get a jump a few times last year (yes, I’m a ditz, but I trained myself out of it). I said, “hook the last one up to a ground.” Both the males who helped me ignored this (the female already knew). The second one ended up having sparks fly.

I’d also like to add, “there’s nothing wrong with my alternator. I left the lights on. Just jump the freakin’ car.”

Hey, I’m there.

What is it about a broken down car, a popped hood, and an irritated-looking car owner that attracts morons like flies on honey?

I mean, I wouldn’t mind if they were HELPFUL morons, but by the sixteenth time that really old guy shook his head and remarked that my engine was MUCH bigger than the one in HIS car, I could happily have shoved his head in the fanbelt and hit the ignition, just to see the look on his face as it vaporized into red mist…

Well crap The battery just wouldn’t take a charge at all. It is 7 years old, but I could have given a little warning before just being dead one day. Another 60 bucks down the drain.