My air conditioner on the car stopped working a few months ago and we've been troubleshooting various things to get it working since then. Several trips to the shop and various forum reading has ensued. Not the biggest deal - we'll make sure to drive Scott's car if we don't want to sweat to death.
Last week Scott's front tire went from slow-leak to flat-on-the-rim right around rush hour on a Friday evening on his way to a party. So convenient. No biggie - put the spare on, take it back to Wal Mart where we have the road hazard warranty on those tires. Oh wait, they don't carry that tire anymore so it must be special ordered.
So, we've been dripping sweat and getting the wind-blown hair look everywhere we drive my hot car while we wait.
Today the brand new corded sawzall we bought last week broke.
As I was backing out of the driveway to return it I realized MY front passenger tire was flat. On the rim. Perfect. Found out it was a nice big nail.
Got that taken care of, returned the sawzall, come home to our road which is now completely torn up as they are repairing the sewer lines (meaning we park a block away and hike in carrying all things - including loads of lumber).
Within an hour we discovered that now the motor on the huge drill we also bought last week is broken. And must be exchanged. Except they are out and no exchange is possible, making the plumbing job a little trickier.
The saving glory of all this is that Scott finally figured out what is wrong with my AC! He ripped the whole dash apart and took the glove box out to dig into the depths of the car. He got his special ordered part in and had a free hour to work on it. My AC now blasts cold FINALLY, making only having one car to drive a little more tolerable.
2 comments:
We've all had hours, days, weeks, months like this, haven't we?! Every time one of our cars breaks (and this happens too often...the joy of being a "used car" family), the other one has something go wrong with it. My most memorable example goes like this: Both cars break a year or so ago. Mark is too busy to fix them but won't take them in either. We borrow an 80s Honda from my sister in Iowa. Honda breaks down in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in the Twin Cities. Towed home by AAA. Weeks later when Mark has the chance to work on cars, the old Honda starts right up. Moral of these type of stories: GOD HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR AND HE IS GOOD!
Hahah, yes Lara!
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