I tossed and turned all night, worried about Jamie and how much it was going to cost, and how this would get me behind in my bills and when will I ever get out of the hole. Consequently, I had about an hour of sleep before getting up at stupid o'clock to call AAA and get Jamie to the doctor.
I took the fastest shower of my life, threw my hair up in a bun, and ran out to the car to await my chariot, driven by Cueball McTowtruck. He was talking to me but I was so tired and the sun was bright and I heard "Blah blah end of my shift blah blah you're not in a hurry, are you?" I called the dealership and told them we were on our way. I soon figured out what Cueball (he was bald) was trying to tell me. It was the end of his shift and rather than drive me and Jamie the 7 miles to the VW dealership downtown, he drove us to the tow company's headquarters in Atwater Village so that he could clock out and another driver could take us to the dealership. Frankly, I was far too exhausted to care, but it seemed pretty silly to me. It would have taken just as much time to drive me downtown and come back.
I explained the problem to the boys at VW of Downtown and they agreed that it sounded like the same problem as the last time, and guess what? It was a misfire on the third cylinder. I don't know exactly what that means, but I know it's something about a spark plug and that means the repairs were FREEEEEEEEE! Woo Hoo! And, I got a car wash and bag of popcorn while I when I came to pick her up. I was so happy about the $0.00 repairs that I celebrated with some spicy fruit.
I can't believe I lived 42 years without knowing the taste extravaganza that is chopped fruit with lime and chili powder. Oh so tasty, and the man squeezed lots of lime and added lots of chili to make them extra specially good. Is Cucumber a fruit? Who cares, it's good.
It gave me the zip I needed to work late and bust a move on cleaning and organizing the storage room.