Hi, everyone. For some of you who already know, I have a funny story about my car. On Friday morning, I drove with Ian to the Engineering multistorey carpark to attend my final presentation. Weraing a suit and it looked like rain, I thought it a good idea. It took us a while to find out that all day parkers had to go to the top of the building. Luckily enough, my turn was in the afternoon and we left early morning. The presentation was the least of my worries. I didn't screw up, so it was okay. And at 5pm, my friend wanted a ride to chadstone to get the selling-like-hot-cakes-only-ten-units-in-the-whole-of-victoria-left hard drives from Officeworks. The plan was to have dinner with Life Group at Monash Palace at 6pm before going to half night prayer, and just as well I can pick up Bryan who lives at Chadstone for dinner. Two birds with one stone. So far so good. Good thing I parked my car nearby so I can make it, doing so many things, plus driving to the city would be cool.
After a long-winded intro, I shall get to the point.
As it turned out, my car battery was flat. No lights went on.
Befuddled, I opened my bonnet and went out to check the battery, only to realise I locked myself out of the car.
So...yes...very interersting. In my suit, quick call to Joab to bring extra keys (which was another interesting story) but he was too busy to cry with me like Job's three friends so he left me all alone, dinner plans cancelled, some emergency pleas across Clayton for transport to HNP, 4 paus for dinner, boy...that was a long night. Well, thankfully Eleanor had an empty car.
ha ha er...the story did not end there.
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to persuade my hosuemate to drive to my car the following day to jump start my car with Keith's cables. For some strange reason, the starting power was too weak, but thankfully the engine finally started. Impossible and against all odds. Hallelujah!
Now here's where I hope my housemate doesn't read my blog.
I turned the engine off.
No complex mathematical formula or physchoanalyst who is able to read minds can ever guess why I did that. But after that, I couldn't turn my car on again. No lights. The last of the battey juice was used for that one final spark. Later, we found the cable was broken. Melted, probably. My housemate thought my car engine died, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. So, we cannot jump start the car anymore.
So, in conclusion, my car is left there to rot and experience thermal shock. I am carless and unable to help out anywhere, so I became a useless duck. But, still, I think as I sit on the porch, watching my children's children play, my hair old and gray, to myself I will always say...
Why did I ever turn my engine off?
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