Yesterday I felt like such a damsel in distress when my car wouldn’t start. I stopped at the gas station after work to fill up even though I had half a tank of gas to go. The temperature is getting really low here and I did not want to risk my tank freezing.
I hate pumping gas! This was something my husband usually did for me. So I felt proud of myself for getting out in the artic cold to get the job done. However, when I hopped back in and started the car, the engine wouldn’t turn over. I was shocked and tried again. No luck. I was puzzled considering that my car is fairly new.
I sat for a few minutes as I decided what to do. I remembered that my road side service had expired a couple months back. Luckily Nicholas was asleep in the back seat and I had not picked Jazmine up yet. I called my aunt to ask her advice and possibly to get a ride. She suggested that I try getting a jump until my cousin came back with her truck. “Are there any men around that you can ask for help?” she inquired.
It was many men floating about but I felt too shy to ask for assistance. It was cold out and I really didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. I finally gathered my courage and asked several men for a jump. They all claimed to have no jumper cables. One man said he didn’t know how to give a jump. No one looked concerned. I asked a few more men and a lone woman. No luck. I was a bit surprised at the apathy and relunctance. I felt so alone!
I almost started crying at the absurdity of it all. I just wanted to call my husband who would have double-timed it to get to me. I felt stuck. I finally thought to call my uncle and as I was talking to him, the car started! I drove over to their house and he looked at it. He checked the alternator and the starter which both tested fine. He said it could have been that the fuel injection system needed degunking so he put a treatment in my tank.
I felt really thankful for his help. I plan to get my road service renewed as well, as I don’t want to be caught out in the cold ever again!