I know! Let’s have the frickin’ car towed!!
Grrrr. Just got back from church. Yes, choir practice ends at 9pm. Unfortunately, my car decided it was tired and wasn’t going anywhere. “Carry me,” it whined. So, I had to call a tow truck to cart it’s dead-batteried arse away.
I spoil that thing rotten.
Oh, no… talk about terrible timing! Glad you haven’t lost your sense of humor over it though.
Is it a dead battery or something else? Because I don’t think I would call a tow truck for a dead battery. Then again, I don’t like to spoil my car. ;-P
It’s not only merely dead. It’s really most sincerely dead.
Poles corroded to the point that they were eating into the battery case. My fault really.