It’s a good thing to find out that the car has a dead battery BEFORE you drive it across three states, right?
I took the car to fill it up at Costco and run a few errands. I stopped at the Library, stopped at Lowes, stopped to fill it up at Costco, stopped at Costco. But when I came out with my groceries, the car wouldn’t start. Not even try to turn over. What the ….? Not knowing what to do, I called Ryan at work, who used that as a nice excuse to leave for the day. He says he’s learned that when his wife is in distress, he should leave work IMMEDIATELY. Maybe I’ll tell the story of the time he Didn’t some other time. Anyway, he came, we jump started the car, which he then took to a service place and found out that the battery was defective and needed to be replaced. Which is weird, because it worked great every other time I started it. Huh.
But I’m glad we found that out in the safety of the Costco parking lot, rather that in some fast food place halfway to California. It’s all good, right?
I despise dead batteries. I am just grateful that everyone time I have had one I have been at home.