stephanie is: 
tired…
so i headed out to run errands around lunchtime. i was planning to go to the bank, then the p.o.box.
after the bank, i got in my car and it wouldn’t start. i got one sad little click then nothing after that. i was surprised and must have looked like a dumbass or something because a man on the sidewalk asked if i had it in park. um, yea.
i called danny and he left work and got ther 10 minutes later. it was perfect timeing cause the girl in the spot next to me was leaving. i had jumper cables so we tried that but my car still wouldn’t start AT ALL. the shopping center security guy (about our age) was nice and brought out a phone book while he killed off his slurpie. he stood by to “flag down the tow truck”. at least we kept him entertained for a while.
the tow truck arrived about a half hour later. danny went back to work and i got to ride with the burly tow truck driver to the shitbox saturn dealer. not a word was said until he started cursing out drivers in the crowdws parking lot of saturn. that was a looong 6 mile drive. the tow truck was very bumpy. i was thankful for my seatbelt, though mr. burly tow truck man did not wear his. breakin’ the law! when we got there i was much impressed by his ability to squeeze that huge flatbed tow truck through that maze of cars. i signed away $60 and he sent me in to check in.
when the saturn person came in with my keys and car info he said it had actually started. ahdhdshdfs. yea. so i went and farted around the waiting room while they “looked into it”. not too much later i noticed my shitbox sitting just outside but i wasn’t sure if they had looked at it yet. it was apparently done because it didn’t move in the 20 minutes before they called me up to pay.
they said they checked blah, blah, and blah and that the battery connection was faulty (i got a new battery a couple months ago). they fixed it and assured me i wouldn’t get stranded from that again. while paying we noticed the man who checked me in slaughtered my street name (which i can’t tell you). my street name is all normal words too – it was about the equivilent of someone spelling “pink elephant” as “peenk alefant”. oy.
well they fixed that part and laughed, as i signed away $50 for all that. my ass was a little sore, but it would have been more so had something serious been wrong. a small buttrape is better than a big buttrape. well, unless you are into that kind of thing…
i got directions from a dealer as to how to get the fuck out of there and start heading back to herndon. found my way home with no problems. i am no longer axious while driving around most areas around my home since i know i can always find a main road i know. unless it is dark. yea, my night vision is not so good.
anyway, have some pictures. as i was taking them the security guy asked “taking pictures for your scrapbook?” i was even so bold as to take two pictures (along with the not-so-spy-cam BEEP sound) on the silent tow truck ride.
.and if you are a member, here is a movie
i slept like shit last night and after this crappiness i need a nap (or at least a “rest” if i still have insomnia). off i go.