The Car Adventure

The Car Adventure

I had a car adventure yesterday, right after my granola bar experiment, and I decided to share it with my blog.

I spent the whole day looking for a mechanic that was open on Sunday to get my sister's muffler fixed on her car ( the belt is broken so it's just kinda hanging there - wicked funny if you're driving behind her but not so funny if you're driving the car ) and was unsuccessful.

I was picking my sister up from work at EPCOT after, and I arrived wicked early, so I decided, hey, why not take random pictures of me and granola bars ( hence entry before this one ) - however, apparently my sister's car thought I was having a little too much fun and decided to teach me a lesson.

I was listening to 'High School Musical' ( I am the coolest cat on the planet, that's why ), and I decided I should drive up to the drop-off lane and wait for my sister to walk out of the cast building. About half way there, the radio ( which had been cheerfully playing 'Bop to the Top' ) turned itself off. I punched it, because that's what people do when electronics don't work, only to find out that the try-and-true method of violence did nothing in this particular situation.

At the drop off lane, I decided to give the car a break and shut it off. Suddenly, a parking spot opened up in 30-minute parking! I rushed to turn on the car and get the parking space.

However, the car kinda just...didn't turn on.

I got angry and called Disney Security for a jump. The security officer proceeded to scare the living crap out of me by yelling into my open window that I was parked in a red zone and that's a $280 ticket in the state of Florida.

Okkayyy... so I guess it wasn't a drop off lane. My bad!

I answered with doe eyes and a "My car is dead!" which made him become much nicer to me. He helped me jump my car and I went into 30-minute parking. The radio still wasn't working, but I just ignored it and waited some more. Then, the car started getting really loud, like, really really loud, and got louder, and louder and then shut itself off.

I voiced my confusion to the steering wheel, who, of course, didn't answer, before getting out and telling security I needed another jump. My sister came out of work then, and we argued for a bit before lapsing into silence and waiting for the jump.

Visuals of the wait -

Me looking really pissed off because it had been twenty minutes

After waiting almost a half-hour for the security officer to show up, he finally did. Unfortunately, this did nothing for my bad mood, and I decided that I would share with you guys how pissed off I was.

Me wicked pissed that it was the same officer as before

After we got the jump, Brandy (my sister ) of course made me drive. I think she had ESP that the car was going to die again, and didn't want to be the one embarassed in the drivers seat. Well, the car did die, however, it died halfway out of the parking space, right in front of a Disney bus full of people.

I win at life!

No picture available for that little fiasco, as you can imagine, but we had to PUSH the car back into the parking space, where we called for a tow truck, and Brandy called her "manly man" boyfriend to help us out.

The tow truck guy was a HUUUUGE ass. He even called me grouchy. Grrrr what a jackass!! And he didn't even have enough change to give me so to avoid awkwardness I was just like KEEP THE TWO DOLLARS.

Grrr!

Jackass

He dropped us off at the seediest little backwater place - nobody was there, because it was like 8 o clock at night, and in hicksville, e'rythin' closes at sundown.

The ma and pop place we were dropped off at.

After that, Brandy's boyfriend made a heroic entry in his Selica and saved the day by being a manly man. He even had tools in the back of his hatchback. If that's not a manly man, you prove me wrong.

"I really hope that's the engine..."

After a while, Brandy got out to help. What a good girlfriend. She actually helped, too, which is even more surprising.

"Yup, that's definitely the engine. Uh huh."

After a small amount of time, I, too, got out of Rob's car to help.

Haha, not.

I am so damn helpful.

Unfortunately, Rob actually found that the battery was dead or something, so they bought a new one. Rob was kind enough to drive me home, so I didn't have to help anymore. I was a bit tired from helping so much before, you see.

After they replaced the battery, Brandy was able to get the car home. However, she was faced by an obsticle that one does not want to see after such a tiring day. An obsticle that really does completely suck ASS after such a tiring day. Can anybody guess what that obsticle may be?

Ding ding ding! It's...............



EMPTYYYYY!!!

Oh, cars. They sure are the bane of my existance.