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So I go out this morning to do a few errands. Not much, just a run up to the new Shaw's on Grafton Street for a couple of things, then to Fairway Beef for a pound of burgermeat for dinner tonight. Both sets of purchases accomplished nicely.
However, when I get out of Fairway, what happens? The car won't turn over. Dash lights and everything come on, but no engine. Fiddle with the automatic stickshifter. Try again, Nada. Call AAA. It's not the battery, it's not the starter. Car gets towed to Bancroft, who'll get to it when they get the chance. *grumblef***mutter*
So I catch the bus home.
Just when I make one complaint about the buses being back in a post last night, I find myself in need of them. And to make the guilt trip even worse, they're not charging any fares for the time being.
So I get home, about an hour later than planned.
*sigh*
Old cars. Can't drive 'em far, can't shoot 'em.
However, when I get out of Fairway, what happens? The car won't turn over. Dash lights and everything come on, but no engine. Fiddle with the automatic stickshifter. Try again, Nada. Call AAA. It's not the battery, it's not the starter. Car gets towed to Bancroft, who'll get to it when they get the chance. *grumblef***mutter*
So I catch the bus home.
Just when I make one complaint about the buses being back in a post last night, I find myself in need of them. And to make the guilt trip even worse, they're not charging any fares for the time being.
So I get home, about an hour later than planned.
*sigh*
Old cars. Can't drive 'em far, can't shoot 'em.
