Today: Tend to my automobile.
My sister and I used to get a real kick out of seeing cars with fast blinkers. Now that I have fallen victim to the curse myself, I laugh no more (Andrea, on the other hand, is undoubtedly laughing at my misfortune). It would appear that a rapidly blinking blinker is actually an indication that your rear turn signal is about to, or just did, burn out, putting you at increased risk for getting rear-ended and yelled at and possibly ticketed. And now you need to buy a new light and, presumably, have it installed.
Fortunately, there are two Mobil stations within a mile of my apartment, both owned by a lovely and trustworthy family. In the last year alone, they’ve inspected my car twice, unattached four old tires and attached four new ones, and fixed the front end. I called them last night to make an appointment for the blinker situation and found out it’s not a labor intensive situation. I would just need to show up (with my car) and I’d be in and out of there in twenty minutes.
Did you know the blinker bulb is accessible via the trunk? I am in the process of packing and getting ready to move, so I think the gentleman working on my car gave me a quite possibly homeless person discount after he got a look at all the junk in my trunk. He also may have granted me a quite possibly an idiot person discount after he asked me to turn on the turn signal and I responded by releasing the windshield wiper fluid. Yowza.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Figure out how to hide inside a coffee table. [Note: This might be the greatest police updates I have ever read.]
