My Car Broke Again

Driving my car to my mom and dad’s house this evening I heard an odd pink sound and then a thud.

At first I thought that I had run over something, then the battery light came on.

Wondering if I could get to my mom’s house before the car pooped out, I called my mom.

While trying to get her to put dad on the damn phone, another light that I have NO IDEA what is for came on and my car started to get hot.  I finally yelled at my mom to put dad on the phone as the car started to smoke.

I was exiting the freeway as I talked to my dad, trying to steer a car that suddenly did NOT want to steer and trying really hard to not talk like a sailor with my dad on the phone.

I turn into the local OT and have to park in the back by the dumpster on the other side of the fire lane and this damn woman who was in front of me on the freeway (and who wouldn’t let me over and then decided to go fucking 45 after I got behind her) decided to stop and roll down her window and be cute.

She sticks her head out of her window as I am getting out of my car (did I mention that the damn thing hardly steers now?) and says something about how she has NEVER seen such bad driving.

At which point I flipped out and said, “Do you SEE the fucking hazards?  How bout the SMOKE coming out of my fucking hood?  And who the FUCK was it driving FORTY-FUCKING-FIVE on the damn FREEWAY!?!  Oh that’s right it was YOU!  Get the hell out of the way.”

Not a crowning moment, but the bitch drove off which is all I really wanted and I continue to open up my hood.

And low and behold my serpentine belt had broke.

So I took my crescent wrench and was fishing pieces of belt out of car to keep from burning my hands when this guy drives up, sticks his head out the window and says, “That’s not the right tool to use for that, baby.”

Really?  REALLY??  So I said, “Are you going to actually be helpful or are you going to sit there and be a jackass?” and he drove off.

I get the belt and all its pieces out and sit them on top of my car and another dude drives up.  He rolls down his window and says, “You can’t park there, this here’s a fire lane.”

I don’t know if you know this or not, but if your car has a serpentine belt, it won’t RUN without it.  I can’t start the car, I can’t steer the car, I can’t keep the car cool, it is pretty much a hopeless cause trying to drive it at this point.  Furthermore, I was parked on the side of the fire lane that was FINE to park on, and even if it wasn’t, my car wasn’t going anywhere without a tow truck.

So, taking a deep breath to try to keep my temper, I said, “Sorry, I can’t move it, I don’t have a belt.”

And the guy says, “Well, you still can’t park there, you need to move.”

And, apparently, my generally long fuse was super short because I said, pointing into my car, “Do you see a belt?  No belt no moving, sorry.”

But that was not good enough for this jackass who said, “That really isn’t a good excuse, you need to move it.”

So I pick up the shot belt and said, “Well here ya go.  If you can figure out how to put this belt back together and get it back on my damn car I will be more than happy to move it, otherwise, go the fuck away.”

And he made harrumphing noises and drove off.

Then my dad and brother in law drive up.  My dad called road side assistance and a wrecker was sent out, so we sat and talked and waited for him and then, FINALLY, a helpful person pulls up and asks if need anything.

We told him we had it covered but thanks so much, it was appreciated.  The wrecker arrived and we had the car towed to my Uncle’s shop (where the wrecker HIT my car with the wrecker bed while unloading it, much to my shock and dismay.  Luckily, there was no damage.) and we came back to my mom and dad’s house.

I don’t know what I am going to for work on Monday though.  Oh, wait, that’s right, I quit, so it doesn’t really matter too much I don’t guess…  ~sigh~

~ by mexalapotis on May 31, 2008.