Car incompetence and misadventures
So, I was coming home from work tonight (with car number 2! Remember the one that got towed away, I got rid of that and got a new one..), and a red light with like a little stick comes on and starts flashing. Thank god Craig from work was with me, just I was just like ‘What is that? I have no idea’
Craig advised me to take the car to the garage, where we phoned his friend Donald, my dad and looked in the book….Craig was convinced it was the water whereas I was far too nervous to tamper with anything…finally a mysterious man pops out (this is at like midnight…scary), informs us that its the coolant and tells us we can fill it up with water and Craig was right!
Why do I feel like I’m the only person in the world who knows absolutely nothing about cars? It’s only a matter of time before I’m on my own and I explode in a car of death because I won’t know whats wrong..
If Craig hadn’t been with me I would have just panicked and stayed asleep in the car/driven all the way home and died as the car would have been completely buggered. In return for his company, I dropped him the 20 minute out of way journey to his flat instead of at the bus stop as it was a moment when I genuinely thought ‘Yay for men!’ because as sexist as it may seem, they do seem to know their stuff when it comes to this kind of thing.
However, it was a bit funny when the guy at the petrol station, despite knowing it was my car…spoke entirely to Craig!
I am home now. With minimal panic, thank you Craig for being a calming influence.
