I am thankful tonight...

[Lachesis00]

I am thankful J and his friend had a cell phone. His friends car (which is seriously a POS car– he has more problems… Looking at it, it looks *nice*, when driving down the road it is smooth, but there is something wrong with the battery and I know it is leaking coolant.. he says no, but I can smell heavily and *hear* it draining… somewhere. It is kicking hard when going from park to drive or reverse. It also has some battery problems– which is what was wrong with my stratus over the last six months.) broke down out in the middle of almost nowhere.
He keeps telling me there is no transmission problems at all but I know something is going on. When we pulled up and jumped his car, there was this huge wiff of fluid out the tail pipe when he started it. Pew! And you can hear it draining when you stop at a light... Most cars do not do this. His dad said it was normal.

I am thankful my dad is a “tinker” kinda guy (I wouldn’t say a car mechanic, but he can tinker under the hood) and taught me some basic stuff.

I am thankful I remembered the basic lessons (is it bad if I am the only one out of 4 of us and the only girl, knew “red is positive, black is negative for a battery??).

I am thankful I had jumpers (something he does not have in his car).

I am thankful (ha ha) my car had issues like his over the last six months and I knew exactly how to get his car home (go me! go me!). You had to kinda treat it like a clutch, kinda sorta (is how I thought of it in my mind). When stopped at a stop light you had to keep your foot on the gas lightly and the brake at the same time. If you let up on the gas it dies.

We are all home safe and sound and I can now go rerun the bath I ran 3 hours ago. At first he refused to let D or I drive. He *thought* he was listening (he wasn’t). It kept dying on him. LOL. Finally he says “will you guys drive it home?” I thought he was going to start crying. He thinks I am a god now *rofl*. No I just listen when spoken to. We don’t call him Duumas for nothing (not to his face– it stands for dumb a** for many, many reasons).

I told D I am the common sense in the family, he is the book smarts. He has almost zero common sense at times, and I know I am not book smart. Thankfully we make a good team.

I now stink to high heaven of coolant. Icky!