Key into ignition. Key turn.
Quiet clicking sound.
This is bad.
We had panel lights and the dome light worked (dimly), so our first thought was that the battery was dying and therefore couldn't turn the starter over. It's a 2000 model, probably this is the battery it came with, now's about the right time for it to die. So we called AAA, who happily told us a tow truck would be along in an hour and fifteen minutes or sooner.
An hour and a half later, the towing company called us and said they'd be there in five minutes or less. Le sigh. The parking lot of "Joe's Crab Shack" is lovely this time of year -- if you like cold, windy places. The restaurant does at least pump out a steady stream of pop tunes ranging from "If You Want My Body and You Think I'm Sexy" to "867-5309 (Jenny)" ... so I wasn't bored! Cheesy upbeat tunes + nothing to do = Gneech does the hustle in the parking lot! (Those who threw my 30th berfday party may remember the discussion of "Macarena" we had there.)
Anyway, jumper cables ahoy, and car start! Sputter. Sputter. And car die. -.- Quick, flag down Mr. Tow Truck Guy before he drives off and get him to tow us to Carmax, where we bought the silly thing. When we get there, the service center is closed, making it difficult for us to find someone willing to tell us where the Platinum Pearl can be stashed until Monday morning. We do find one guy, who stares at us with a deer-in-the-headlights expression and tells us multiple times that they're closed. "Yes, we know you're closed. But the car doesn't run, so we need to know where you want us to put it until you're open again." "But we're closed!" I don't think we were speaking Swahili, but I suppose at that point just about anything was possible.
Shortly thereafter, Mütti and hantamouse kindly came and rescued us from the horrors of sitting in the Carmax lounge listening to CNN prattle on about the fact that Martha Stewart is out of jail and turned all mellow. While I was trying to give Mütti directions to our house, tye_g_wolfee called up and invited us to go shooting again tomorrow. Unfortunately, between Kung Fu (which has not been attended for the better part of two weeks) and needing to get Tough Breaks out the door, I had to decline. It was particularly a bummer 'cause he claims to have acquired a Baretta modelIdidn'tquitecatch with the intent of having me shoot it -- I've never had anybody get a gun in my honor before!
(Okay, I suspect that he didn't get it just for me ... but humor me! It was a difficult evening.)
Anyway, we're home at least, and we'll be driving Bruce a bit more than usual for the next several days! Alas, we did not get Love Hina. Curse you, entropy, you win this time!
But ... there's always dinner break tomorrow... *dunh-dunh-DUNNNNHHH*
G'nite world! Sleep well.