NOT A GOOD DAY FOR THE SISTERS
It started out innocently enough. I got up ... made coffee ... enjoyed some time just hanging around before I got ready for church ... enjoying my quiet holiday weekend .... but then I made a wrong move. My wrong move was assuming I would be able to stick my key into the ignition of my truck and it would, indeed, fire to life.
Not yesterday! Yesterday, I stuck my key in the ignition and got ... NOTHING!
My battery was D.O.A.
This was really bad because I was suppose to meet Ann in Versailles to help her move the rest of her stuff out of her townhouse. You see, she bought a new house in Lexington.
I called her ... she was bummed. She was counting on me.
Then, I set about calling everyone I could possibly think of to help me jump my battery ... not an easy task on a holiday weekend.
Ann called back, meantime. She had procured jumper cables, and she was on her way over to help me. The bad news? Neither one of us had EVER used jumper cables in our lives.
How hard could it be, though, right?
Well, apparently really hard, since we had a bear of time just getting the hood up on Ann's Mustang. That should have been our first clue.
The second clue should have been when Ann couldn't figure out how to actually clamp the jumper cable thingy ma bob to the post that my father, who was talking us through the process long distance (did I mention he lives TWO STATES AWAY), was attempting to describe to her.
I ended up, after no less that 10 calls to various friends and co-workers, getting my friends Jodi and Allen to come over.
Simple and easy, right?
Well, after 5 minutes of Ann revving her engine, my truck manage only a sick clicking sound coming from the engine block.
"Hmmm ... that doesn't seem right," was Allen's assessment of the situation.
It was determined a wrecker service would need to be called in to tow me to Sears. Thank God! Sears was opened on Sunday of Labor Day Weekend!
Ann went on about her busy business because, as she put it, she had a "very tight schedule."
While waiting an hour for the new battery to be hooked up, I got a voice mail message from Ann. Allow me a paraphrasing ....
"My townhouse is flooded. I am standing here with standing water in my kitchen, living room, and entry way. AS SOON as you get your new battery, please come down here to Versailles."
So much for Ann's tight schedule.
An hour later, I was standing there in her garage trying to figure out what could have caused the water valve in her former laundry room to give way, spraying water ALL OVER her first floor. It was so bad that she had to run next door, grab her neighbor, and a second neighbor had to be called in to turn off the main shut off at the street!
We're STILL trying to calculate the loss of liquid assets we both incurred on such a warm, sunny afternoon.
All in all, not a good day for the Sisters Murray!
Not yesterday! Yesterday, I stuck my key in the ignition and got ... NOTHING!
My battery was D.O.A.
This was really bad because I was suppose to meet Ann in Versailles to help her move the rest of her stuff out of her townhouse. You see, she bought a new house in Lexington.
I called her ... she was bummed. She was counting on me.
Then, I set about calling everyone I could possibly think of to help me jump my battery ... not an easy task on a holiday weekend.
Ann called back, meantime. She had procured jumper cables, and she was on her way over to help me. The bad news? Neither one of us had EVER used jumper cables in our lives.
How hard could it be, though, right?
Well, apparently really hard, since we had a bear of time just getting the hood up on Ann's Mustang. That should have been our first clue.
The second clue should have been when Ann couldn't figure out how to actually clamp the jumper cable thingy ma bob to the post that my father, who was talking us through the process long distance (did I mention he lives TWO STATES AWAY), was attempting to describe to her.
I ended up, after no less that 10 calls to various friends and co-workers, getting my friends Jodi and Allen to come over.
Simple and easy, right?
Well, after 5 minutes of Ann revving her engine, my truck manage only a sick clicking sound coming from the engine block.
"Hmmm ... that doesn't seem right," was Allen's assessment of the situation.
It was determined a wrecker service would need to be called in to tow me to Sears. Thank God! Sears was opened on Sunday of Labor Day Weekend!
Ann went on about her busy business because, as she put it, she had a "very tight schedule."
While waiting an hour for the new battery to be hooked up, I got a voice mail message from Ann. Allow me a paraphrasing ....
"My townhouse is flooded. I am standing here with standing water in my kitchen, living room, and entry way. AS SOON as you get your new battery, please come down here to Versailles."
So much for Ann's tight schedule.
An hour later, I was standing there in her garage trying to figure out what could have caused the water valve in her former laundry room to give way, spraying water ALL OVER her first floor. It was so bad that she had to run next door, grab her neighbor, and a second neighbor had to be called in to turn off the main shut off at the street!
We're STILL trying to calculate the loss of liquid assets we both incurred on such a warm, sunny afternoon.
All in all, not a good day for the Sisters Murray!
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