The best part is that it really is the single, biggest crisis in my world right now. I should “knock on wood” just to be safe.
About three weeks ago I pampered myself and purchased an iPod. The justifying purpose of the little blue rectangle was admirable really and was only to be used at work. Instead of constantly adjusting the FM reception I could listen to music or podcasts thereby increasing my productivity. I’m sure I’ll be recognized for my sacrifice and service.
{Editors Note; Everyone who knows me will tell you I’ve never been easy to please. It’s not that I have outrageous expectations, I don’t. I’m sick, I have an illness, a disease. I have ADD. No not the excuse that
lazy kid’s bad students use to get away with inadequate scholastic and social behavior. I’ve been afflicted with Affection Deficit Disorder. This self-diagnosis explains my never ending quest for the perfect pair of shoes, my jacket collection and the 17 cars Nick and I have purchased since 1990. This disease only has one symptom, the “newness” of things wear off rather quickly.}
See how nicely the iPod "blue" and the Corvette "Jet Stream Metallic Blue" match.
With spring right around the corner, in the Janice household that means sports car driving weather. So, I made another purchase to further enhance my life, an iPod “cable-thingy” so I could use said iPod in my car.
The Corvette has an “auxiliary-port-do-hicky” that’ll allow me to listen to my iPod in the car. I needed just one more gadget to distract me while driving, you see XM Satellite Radio, 12 FM pre-set stations, 6 AM pre-set stations and a 6 disc CD player are not enough listening options for me, obviously.
{Editors Note; At this point I have to tell you, I’m a complete tech-kno-tard and even though I learned to drive 27 years ago, I know nothing about cars. I can’t change a tire, I don’t pump gas and I can’t ever open the hood of my car. It’s not my job, I have no desire to learn such tasks. The same way Nick doesn’t want to do laundry, cook or scrub the toilets. I’m old-fashioned.}
So Nick returns from the garage to inform me that the Corvette has a dead battery. “A dead battery! The car is 6 months old! It’s a brand new car! Get the dealer on the phone!” All of this was said in about 3.7 seconds.
The dealer was completely inept. I realize the service department doesn’t work on Saturday, but the guy who sold us the car (and made a huge commission on 52K) was there. With our car buying history and “golden credit report” (the owners words, not mine) you’d think he’d be tripping all over himself to bring us another crappy AC Delco battery. One would think. Not so much.
{Editors Note; Below is a photo of the battery voltage display on the instrument panel. This will act as my new driving distraction. Who needs an iPod to distract them when one is now paranoid about breaking down, just constantly monitor the battery voltage}