I took MrZ’s car into the dealership this morning to have it serviced and get the a/c fixed. I walked over to Barnes and Noble to work using their WiFi while they looked at the car. The dealership called and said my favorite words: This is going to cost you a kidney.
The compressor went out so we had to pay about $600 bucks to fix it. Awesome. They called back an hour or so later and I went to go get it. As I was pulling it out of the dealership, the low fuel indicator came on. Now – MrZ has a strict “Only Good Gas” policy for his car, but I kinda panicked. I wasn’t sure where the closes “Good Gas” place was and I didn’t want to run out looking, so I broke the rule and pulled over to get a few gallons from a no-name place. 3 gallons. That’s all I got, I SWEAR. But MrZ’s car knew. And it wouldn’t start. SERIOUSLY. I was stuck with a dead car at a gas pump, how fun is that?
I called the dealership and they brought the shuttle but they couldn’t take me to my office, so I’m sitting in the waiting room at the dealership using their WiFi waiting for MrZ’s car to get towed. This is so awesome I just want to cry. And it’s all gray and humid and ugly here today. In case spending a day in a stinky waiting room and spending a fortune to fix a car isn’t awesome enough – I have frizzy hair to contend with too.
I need a beer.