I Am the Bomb

I just have to write about this. I was supposed to meet a friend at "El Rincon" today for lunch. Jump in the car, turn the key. Nothing. Oh, great, did I leave my lights on or something? Hadn't left my lights on. I think I know what the problem may be . . . they say that if you turn your key and nothing happens, that means it's something with the battery. But if you turn the key and it makes a sound but still doesn't start up then it's the starter or something worse. Now, bear in mind, I am SO car clueless, and I hate taking my car in to get looked at because I know that the mechanic or whoever looks at me and sees the car cluelessness written all over my face. But I have a hunch it's the battery because my power lock didn't work either. Something similar had happened to me before, and I called the on-campus motorist assistance people, and the guy lifted the hood and saw that one of the battery things had popped off. He popped it back on and that was that. I could have done that! I thought. Anyway, today, I call the friend and ask her if she can come pick me up instead of meeting me there because all of a sudden my car won't start. I would deal with the car trouble later.

So after a lunch of quesadillas, rice and beans, I head back over to my non-starting car, determined to get to the bottom of this. I raise the hood all by myself. That was my first small victory. I then examine the battery. No little thing popped off. Hmmm . . . what else could it be? I sort of fiddle with the little battery things to make sure they are on securely. I step back, give my car a once over (like I knew what I would even be looking for) and then shut the hood. Please, please, please . . . I insert the key and turn. It roars to life. Hence, the title of this post.