So you know, these things may not be in chronological order for happening. They are consistent with the times I think of them!
Gary is a smart ass. I can't imagine where he came from as none of his other family members are. Ahem.
We have taken Gary to Pensacola Beach this week. We were going to go to a movie last night and my car broke down. Well, the battery decided that it was no longer capable of running this challenge.
Gary decided the reason my car wasn't starting, in fact we couldn't even unlock it, was because of the fob needing a battery. He's stubborn. Also a trait I am quite sure you would never find in our family. Ahem, again.
Here is the run down on the car. I parked it on Sunday afternoon when we got here. I went to try to start it again on Wednesday evening when we were going to see Top Gun. The car was completely and totally dead. Like the Wicked Witch in Oz, most sincerely dead. Ford has this neat thing on the side of the door where you can program a combination and get into the car when needed. The light up wasn't even lighting up. It refused to be locked or unlocked. Again, red slippers, black & white stripped leggings. Dead.
I am a wretched evil person about a car breaking down. My sister and/or I could regale you with stories of being stranded. Dad did it. Ever hear "the cobbler's sons go shoeless?" That is us. The cobbler's daughters. Dad was a good guy and helped everyone. Could work on anything and fix it. Genius really. Just not as much brain power put into our cars. So they broke down. He knew how to fix them but had some kind of metal block with the word "preventative" regarding maintenance. The added feature of me having had the fob come apart in another bag and the inside key being in that bag, in Virginia, doesn't help me today.
Just like Scarlett swore she would never go hungry again, I have refused in my adult life to have a vehicle that I wasn't sure about, every single time. This is my first experience like this in roughly 26 years. Yes, I can describe the exact moment I experienced this previously. That's not what the story is about but you now know it is one of my pain points.
Gary: It has to be the fob
Me: It isn't the fob
Gary: Yes it is. There is a key inside the fob.
Me: I know, there should be but it fell out and is in another bag.
Gary: No you need to take the fob apart.
Me: I know that. I know about this key. I know it should be there. I also know it is in the bottom of another bag because the fob, this fob, this one right here, kept coming open and the key fell out.
Gary: So you don't have the key. **blink, blink** There is a battery in the fob that we will need to replace.
Me: It isn't the fob. The entire car is dead. All of it, no signs of life, zero, none. No little numbers on the door to enter the lock pin, even. Done. Dead.
The banter about the fob continues along this way. Then Kristy gets into the act. She has been the lone ranger of management of crisis for so long she autopilots into what needs to be done. All the Louk children are youtubing and researching and, and, and.
Today I called the insurance company and entered service for someone to come and unlocked the door. That key we talked about, that would have opened the door but it wasn't here, because it's in another bag, in Virginia. Someone came out, popped the lock, jumped the car and I drove straight to Ford. The battery was completely shot, a new one replaced it's sad predecessor and bing, bang, boom, Trixie is back on her pretty black wheels.
It's a relief! The aforementioned mood/attitude I caught was defused.
Fast forward to tonight. Gary asks, "was it the fob?" Nope. Not the fob. The fob is fine. Except for that key in my other bag, in Virginia, the fob is fine.
Upshot. We added an extra night to the vacation in case the car would be stuck under a house for a while, ruby slippers outstretched. That gave us time to figure things out. Now the car works. The fob, the one that was never broken...the one that had a key in it that fell out in my bag, the bag in Virginia...that fob is in perfect working order. The battery is now in perfect working order. We have an extra day on the beach. Perfect. At least it was simple....
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