Did your mother ever say you have busy hands? Mine didn't. She just smacked the shit out of them.
The Louk men have busy hands. If there is a gadget, FOB, dial, shifter, computer, chair, do-da, thingambob,...blah blah blah, they have to touch and play with it and figure it out.
Remember the Fob? Here is the back story of Gary breaking my car. Which is why the car didn't start in Florida and it still wasn't the fob.
A perfect sibling car ride. I, the oldest was driving. Gary, the next was shotgun. Kristy, little sister in the back. Keep that picture in your mind, you'll need it later.
Maybe a 1/4 mile from Gary's house is a gas station and convenience store. This isn't a convenience store story, this time. Alabama sits on the surface of the sun so when I pull up to get gas and turn off the car. I make sure the windows are down. Gary is moving around a lot. I peek in the driver's side and ask him if he needs anything. No, Hopie, I am just looking at everything. Busy hands.
I get in the car all filled up. Foot on brake, push button to start. Nothing. Not one thing. No flash from the computer, completely dead. I turn immediately and say LOUK, what did you do? Nothing Hopie I was just looking at stuff. (Here is where you need remember where we are all located in the car.) Just as you would expect the little sister from the back seat says HOPIE he pressed the start button like 25 times. My teeth were gritted, for a visual.
We argue back in forth some, voice(s) raised, at lease mine. Well, we obvious need to jump start the car. Of course, we had to do the required, engineer girlsplain and the nurse mansplain. Little sister staying out of it. She's a smart girl. It comes to the flash point.
G says he has a little do-da that you charge up and it holds charge and you keep it in the car. It's awesome. I said, clearly I don't have that do-da. G says he does, back at the house. I said, go get it. Big eyes first. G says there is a short cut through the woods, I say, get going, we will be right here.
So 90 lbs soaking wet with a brick in his pock trounces through the woods. You're probably thinking, she made her dying of cancer wisp of a brother go through the woods to walk home?! Umm...yeah! I sure did! Just because he's dying he isn't any less a busy hands breaking shit. You broke it. You fix it. Also, there was exactly ZERO guilt on my part.
He rode back on one of his 4-wheelers and the do-dah jump starts the car. Kristy and I go to Advanced Auto and whatever the other one that is popular. They read codes to see what's up. I know what's up. Busy GD hands! That's what up! Of course, by the time we got to either of these places the battery had a chance to charge back up a bit. No codes thrown. I knew he had shorted out the battery with his busy hands. We were to leave for Florida the next day. We would be driving all day and that would keep the battery charged up. It did.
Anyway, Kristy and I get home from the places and G starts. This back and forth with comments and questions. It wasn't a calm ask a question, give an answer....nope.
G: what did they say? What codes came up? I guarantee some code should come up. There is a guy I know down the road and that sumbitch will put it on his computer and the right codes will come up.
Me: the battery had time to charge back up some. No codes came up because of that. They have the same machine as your guy, I feel certain it is the battery.....then I start to lose a millimeter of control and come undone....
I'm yelling in an escalating fashion: Is it so difficult to believe that perhaps, MAYBE, on an off chance, that you fucking around with it created this problem????
I need for all of you to know...I was holding so much back. I really was trying. I wanted to slap him and shake him cartoon style.
While this is happening Kristy is backing out of the room, Meg takes the dogs and goes into her room and shuts the door. I'm the only mama left and no one else can talk to him that way. Poor Meg. She has been the girl taking the brunt of his labile moods for 2 years.
So we yell and then don't and then are fine. Later he is talking to a friend on the phone and I am out of the room. Kristy hears him say I guess I broke Hopie's car. YOU SURE DID YOU LITTLE SHIT!
Busy. Hands.
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