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You know, it looked a little illumanitive in there as I approached, but I just thought it was the street lights shining in.
I finished unpacking my car last night, and when I locked the car, the lights inside stayed on, which they do in many cars so you can find your seat belt, adjust your shoes, do a crossword, what have you. I should ensure it goes out, I thought to myself as I rolled my suitcase and armful of crap away.
Somewhere in that one block I forgot to look back, and MAN what a funny lack of noise the car made this afternoon when I tried to start it.
With forty minutes to get class, I asked a gentleman who had just parked up the street if he wouldn't mind giving me a jump with his car, but he said "Naw," his is "messed up." Forsooth and begorrah.
Fortunately, as those of you know from the 26 July 05 blog entry, I live across the street from a Goodyear shop, and since they've taken enough of my money in the last six months, I asked if they had a portable charger they could use for my car around the corner. Started right up, then died when I put it in gear, but started again, and got me to class. I grabbed a guy afterwards to make sure I wasn't stranded in the parking lot, but it started then, too. What a car. For a bonehead owner.