*Grammar bad
Early last week I reluctantly agreed to go out Friday night to a birthday dinner for the ole lady’s aunt’s birthday. The attendees of this dinner were going to be the aunt, my ole lady’s parents and me. It is not that I do not like these people, actually the opposite, but this dinner is just something I would rather not be apart of. But being the amazing, caring, sweet boyfriend I am I agreed.
I already have trouble communicating in crowded bars due to the fact that my hearing is shit. I don’t know why I can’t hear but I blame it on the fact that I saw Foghat at a free concert in Florida when I was a child. That being said, this dinner was set to be a Lafayette’s music room, in which there would be no chance I would be able to hear anyone say anything.
The ole lady and I depart our house at 6:30 PM and arrived at the Kroger gas station at 6:45 PM because the car was near empty. We finished filling up the car and she attempted to start it so we can go to dinner. The car wouldn’t not start, and it was doing that annoying clicking sound. The battery was dead, like JFK or Princess Diana. A nice couple offered to jump our car and we tried but obviously it does not work.
So, the ole lady calls her insurance company and they are going to send a tow truck that would arrive in 90 minutes. Due to a miscommunication between the auto insurance people and the tow company we would spend the better part of two hours in the car together. This two-hour time period contained me being an ass hole, the ole lady crying, and the gas station worker giving us free water.
Eventually the tow people came, and they somehow jumped the car with a super starter, so we did not have to get it towed. I will admit it was a terrible experience that I would not wish that on my worst enemy. However, if I had a choice to sit in a dead car for two hours or go out to dinner with anyone in the world’s family, I would choose the dead battery.
Moral of the story is that people who are walking around a gas station at 9 O Clock PM are at the bottom of the totem pole in modern society and also that God works in mysterious ways, so big shouts to the man upstairs. I got taco bell for dinner, watched Clone Wars on my couch, and drank box wine the rest of the night.
Bit of advice, batteries don’t last five years anymore because of the number of devices in the car that are sucking electricity off the battery. Also, shameless plug right here, Drizly is like Postmates but they deliver beer, wine and liquor to your house. Try it out they got the good to my house in about 30 minutes.
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