...to start my van.
When I drove down to visit my sister last weekend my van died. We tried and tried to start it but wouldn't. I left in her (not really) spare car and headed back to New Hampshire. Steve rented a car dolly and drove his big 'ole truck down to Massachusetts to bring back Ruby. (that's her name) When he got down there Ruby started for him. (so glad we rented a dolly and drove the beastly gas hog down to retrieve her.) My sister graciously followed Steve back to New Hampshire in Ruby and then turned around in her (not really) spare car and drove home. That afternoon I drove Stevie to her piano lesson and when we got back in the car it was dead. (sigh) I called Steve to come rescue us. In the meantime I tried and tried to start it but she just wouldn't. He arrives, sticks his hand through my door and turns the ignition and it starts. I'm thinking Ruby is playing favorites. Annoyed I drive home. Today I take my girls to the library and again she plays dead. I call Steve to come rescue us. He shows up and Ruby won't start. He lifts the hood and discovers a wire that has been spliced. He connects the two and instructs me to turn the ignition and it starts. So THAT'S the problem. The cop shows me what to do. "Just take the screwdriver and hold it against these wires so that they connect. WHAT?!? Metal against metal? I give him a nod and I am off to run errands...by myself. I finish them in record time and wouldn't you know? My car is dead. (don't even get me started on what I have to do to even OPEN the hood...the latch is broken) I finally get the hood open and now have to figure out how to connect the wires AND turn the ignition. Go, go gadget arms? I tried wedging something to hold the wires in place while I ran around to the driver's seat to turn the key. Nothing. I try again and again without success. Darn you Ruby. I have to call Steve and play the 'damsel in distress' for the 86th time in less than 3 days.
(I think he's tired of rescuing me)