Volkswagens
So it seems as if it's one thing after another around these parts. My neighbor Barb, who many of you know as my harsh neighbor with mannerisms reminiscent of my mom taken to the extreme, passed away this past weekend. She was 72 years old and her body just gave out. Her wake was slated for Tuesday. Having Monday off, I thought my body was in the process of tricking me, pulling the Monday Morning Sickness on me as usual. This was, by far, not the case, as I realized when lunch wouldn't stay down, and by the time school ended, I was running a fever, thinking I was going to die. Yes! A Stomach virus! One more thing in my crazy world! I called out for Wednesday, and didn't make it to Tuesday's wake. Thankfully, it was a quick 24 hour kind of virus because by Wednesday morning, I was feeling considerably better, up to the task of the viewing and service. I took off for a reason after all! Joe borrowed my car so I took his (which is on it's last leg, leaking coolant by the gallon these days!) When I got home, I put his keys in my pocket and didn't think anything of it. Of course, when he got home, we needed to return a video so we hopped into MY VW. Not 2 minutes up the road, my battery light glows an ominous red.
No..not today, I think! We need to get to Brian's Wedding this weekend..nearly by THE PALISADES! The VW dealer is open until midnight! Yes! Great idea! It's now 8:15, and Joe and I are rushing to the dealer, only to find out that the problem is ultimately my alternator, which is NOT in stock! Great! Thankfully, the great guy at the VW dealer takes care of me after I plead my sorry little story. He gives us a loaner! "On the house!" (yes of course, when it's going to cost 650-700 for an alternator, one night with a Passat loaner is really NOTHING to a dealer, right?) At least I've got a car. (Little does dealer guy realize, my extended warrantee covers alternators, which is good, because I was starting to feel ripped off by this stupid service plan they pushed on me at the Chevy dealer where I bought it.)
This morning, I realize that my work keys are in MY VW. Ahh well, no big deal. I drive to work..only to have Joe call as I arrive in Mount Laurel. His Keys Are In MY POCKET! Boy did I feel like an ass! Thankfully, Joe was very understanding. He was able to call someone for a ride to work. My VW is getting repaired as we speak. We'll be able to make it to the wedding festivities for the entire weekend!
Now, if the weather will just hold out for us?! Please ! Think Good Thoughts!
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