That's what I heard when I went to the garage to start the ole Faithful Element today... "errrr, errrr, click, click, click". You know that sound. Where the lights are real dim and your stomach falls to your knees.
First instinct is to check lights - "did I leave them on for two days?". Nope. What the heck.
Try again... "click click click click". DAMN.
Go out to the driveway - see neighbor guy I've never met in the 2 years of living here (almost).
"Hi... uh, I have a strange request." says me....
"sure..." says stranger neighbor guy who I've seen but never spoken to...
"would you be willing to jump start my car?"
"sure - give me a second" he says in his thick accent...
crap. this hasn't happened to me in YEARS - but at least I was HOME!
He was kind enough (his name was Manny) to jump my car and suggest I go get my battery checked on - which is the FIRST place i headed.
Checker checked (haha) the battery - and yep - just as expected, it's as dead as a doornail. Boo.
I guess it's all good - Batteries are only supposed to last a couple of years here on the face of the sun... I got a new battery when I played bumper cars with the cow, and that was in November of 2006. So we're past the "life expectancy" technically.
A new battery and a nice guy at Checker, and we're back on the road... and here I just wanted to go to Walmart to get some ribs to grill on the BBQ later! Shesh! Expensive trip to get ribs! LOL
Happy Memorial Day!! :)
