Yesterday, after dinner with my grandparents, I walked out to my car, put my key in the ignition ... and nothing. My car wouldn't start. I immediately went back inside to summon the expertise of pap pap. He knows his stuff.
He came out and determined my battery was dead. This was a huge relief to me because I was obviously assuming the worst and worrying about how I would afford a brand new car at that very instant.
Pap pap and I went off to Sams Club and I bought a new battery. He put it in for me and all was well again with the world when my car instantly started.
I called my mom as I drove home and told her about my excitement, remarking "Its always something, isn't it?"
To which my mother replied, "Its either 'always something' or death. I'd rather have 'always something'!"
She is a smart woman, my mother.
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