So you have to read He Broke My Car in order to understand this. However, his birthday was 2 days ago and he decided to make himself known. Not that he hasn't right along. He loved the kettle I have in the kitchen...the electric one that heats water to nuclear. That has come on out of the blue. No one near it. No one, I said. Random drawers open in my bedroom. Whenever. I close them, he opens them. I close them, they open in the middle of the night. Listen, believe what you want. Ok...but that's not the story.
My friend will remember that one time I went out to listen to music with him and couldn't find my keys to my car. I had to punt and take my roommate's car. So my keys are an ongoing issue. OK, I am the issue and it manifests most often as my keys. They were missing for a solid 3 months before I found them. But that's not the story, either.
I have a Ford Edge that I adore. It came with 2 fobs. You all prolly have them. Lock, unlock, alarm, etc. Once upon a time, when my brother, Gary, broke my car he INSISTED it was the fob. It wasn't the fob then, nor was it when I had it fixed. This story is because it was the fob this time!
I told him. I told him the fob ran out of juice before. My car tells me it's gonna happen. A nice little message pops up and says the battery is getting low. That very thing happened yesterday! So tonight, I went and got batteries (2 batteries per fob) and decided it was best just to get it out of the way. I proceed to take apart fob one. I replace the batteries. Of note, that little key inside, that was there. Read He Broke My Car, it will all make sense.
Anyway, I replace the batteries and go to put the fob back together. Luckily, I am having a day where I am patient. I'm not even cussing! I know! So it's just not going back together. It's apart in so many ways I can't explain but I am not able to figure out how to get it back together. The little do-da that holds a keychain will not go back together. I can't do without it because, keychain! I work with it, patiently. For a rather long time. Pause...
My sister, Gary's sister, her brother...that one....Kristy and I are talking about something else. Of course, by text. I don't want to actually talk on a phone. That's for alllll the birds. Anyway, random conversation by text is happening. Finally, my patience is taking a small hit so I tell her that HER brother is an asshole and I am trying to put the fob back together, because it really IS the fob this time, and he is fucking with me! See, he made me start cussing. She mentions that there seems to be a problem with Gary now being HER brother. I didn't see how that is related, but whatever.
Now that I have cussed, him specifically, I am able to mind meld it and figure out what I am doing wrong and I put the fob right back together like it was never a thing. All done. I needed to cuss him. He needed to know that I recognized that is WAS the fob, this time. It was his birthday present, apparently. Ok already. It was finally the fob. Law of averages said it would be, sooner or later.
Both fobs now have 2 new batteries. That should last them for a good long time. Know what? Next time it is the fob again, my car will tell me again, because that is what my car does!
To Kristy's brother. You're an ass. Love, Hopie.