February 21, 2012 – Last Saturday was the most horrible Saturdays I have ever had. I went to visit my grandmother who had moved into a new place in the middle of nowhere. While I was driving home, my car started to jolt and before it stopped in the middle of the road, I stopped at the side to see what is wrong with it. Not that I would really know what is wrong because I have no interested whatsoever in cars, let alone the mechanical side of them. Like any typical woman, I just want it to work the way it should and take me to wherever I want to go safely.
Now that I am at the side of the road, with no knowledge of what is going with the car, I decided to call for an automotive service. It took them a long time to answer but as soon as they did, I told them what had happened and that I need them to meet me where I am to have a look at the car. They asked if it were the battery, and I told them it is something that they must look at for themselves. I do not know which part of “I do not know anything about cars” that they do not get. The same person asked if I had a battery jump starter.
I replied by stating that I had no idea how a jump starter is suppose to look like, but given the fact that my father prepared everything that is in the trunk, I figured one of it must be the jumper. The only thing that I know that is in the jumper is the car scratch repair kit that I bought a few weeks ago. Other than that, I think I have the wheel spinner, if that is what it is called.