Truck, Ticket

Sonya's truck is broke. Have I mentioned that?

We went to get in it Sunday afternoon to go to the movies. We were meeting some friends at the movies. They're a couple, and while the guy wanted to see the movie the girl didn't. So the girl watched John while we watched the film with the guy. (We saw Alien vs. Predator. The aliens fight with the predators! Awesome!) The truck wouldn't start. So we had to do the whole-family switch from Sonya's car to my car to make it in time. But we did.

So Sunday evening I try to jumpstart the truck. Nothing. I try to get the battery out. It was the original, though, and one of the battery terminals was corroded through - not that I didn't strip it good trying to get it out! (I'll need to get the mechanic to look at that, too.) So Monday I try to jump it again. Still nothing. I call my buddy Mark, a former co-worker, and hold the phone up to the engine while I try to start it.

"It's your starter," he concluded quickly.

(Once before I described the problem with my car to Mark and he diagnosed it over the phone. Let's see if he can go two-for-two!)

So Mr. Tow-Truck Man is coming tomorrow morning to get the truck. Thrilling!

Also, I got (another) speeding ticket in a school zone this morning. Dammit. For a few seconds I was sitting in the car, nervous as hell, afraid he would call in my license and realize I'd already gotten one of those ticket this year. Then it would be off to Orleans Parish Prison where the crips and bloods would trade me back and forth like a succulent poker chip.

But he didn't call it in. I just got a ticket. Again: dammit.