One of Amy's patients gave her a sweet cut-out card with a baby that swings in a swing, congratulating us on Baby B. Yes, I'm a girl sometimes and I'm okay with that.
Except when it comes to doing car things. Crap. I'm a guy when I need to be, but the last time I knew anything of car consequence was when I saved and bought my first car – a 1972 two-toned red and white El Camino with a whole lotta 350 under the hood.
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
One of my colleagues was stranded at work last week with a dead battery and I went out to jumpstart her car. It was the first time I attempted to do this in our new car; it was the first time I've actually looked at the engine of our new car.
After reviewing the owner's manual for 15 minutes, I jumpstarted her car. Although I did have it connected correctly, it still wouldn't start. Thirty minutes later AAA showed up and got her car started.
Does AAA offer car-guy-101 remedial courses?
Back to the laptop.