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One of the cats was making strange skritching and rustling sounds in another room, probably from trying to contact the mother ship on her short-wave radio. I didn't want to know what she was up to so I went outside to try to start the car again, since by now it had been plugged in for awhile. It went rrrr rrrr rrrr but that's about it. So I called AAA and they said they could get somebody out to jump it in about 45 minutes.
45 minutes came and went, during which time the cats managed to calculate the 37th Mersenne prime and build a plasma-powered space shuttle. Nobody showed up to start my car, so I called AAA again. I was on hold for 17 minutes. Eventually I learned that AAA was backed up and might be able to make it within two hours or so. I went outside again to try the car once more, since it had warmed up to about -7. Still no luck. But my neighbor, the goth kid with the dreadlocks and the bumper sticker on his car that says: "Wanted: Schroedinger's Cat, Dead and Alive," turned up, and I asked him if he'd jump my car, which he did, with the help of some starter fluid in the air intake and making the thing go rrrr rrrr mphhh pop pop rrrr rrrr for about 15 minutes. In the meantime I fought mightily with my trunk lid, which wouldn't shut after I opened it to get the jumper cables. I also removed the beach umbrella from the trunk, since I wouldn't be needing it and it was just depressing to see it there anyhow.
Once the car was finally started I thought I'd better make a detour to the Saturn dealer to get the battery checked, so I called work and told the boss I'd be there eventually after I got the car looked at. She said she hadn't noticed I wasn't there, apparently not having checked her voicemail. She's kind of short so she probably didn't see over the cube walls that I wasn't in.
Of course I ended up buying a new battery, since the old one had, indeed, expired. It was exactly four years old to the day. I went to work, where apparently nobody had missed me, and spent most of the rest of the day discussing what happens when you ditch an Airbus A320 in the Hudson River.
I came home, plugged in the car, discovered that the hot water to the shower still didn't work, crawled around the rafters in the basement with a hair dryer and some insulation, and got the water running again. The cats have built a Mach 3 hovercraft out of cat food tins.
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