Exploding batteries, damaged lungs, vultures
As you may or may not know, I’ve been feeling the need to isolate myself lately. Last night was different. Four wonderful friends all have their birthdays around this time and decided to have a joint birthday party last night. I really wanted to go. I really wanted to see some of my friends, especially the ones I haven’t seen lately. I thought about it all day long. I was looking forward to the hugs and the laughter. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be because we never made it to the party.
I got home from work and made dinner as fast as I could. We ate and then headed out the door. First we had to get K-girl another recorder for music class so we hit Guitar Center. No luck but we had fun playing all the different drums. I learned that R-boy seems to have a natural ability to hold a rhythm. Then someone had to go to the bathroom so we went into the mall to find the restrooms. On the way, I fell in love with a shirt hanging in a store window so I had to go in and buy it. That done, I rounded up the family and drove across the street to Terra Toys. Bob assured me we would just run in, buy the recorder, and head over to the party. I laughed at him. The Smoot Clan could never just “run in” to Terra Toys. I don’t know how long we were in there but we left 30 minutes after closing and $50 poorer. Finally! We were going to the party!
We got in the car, turned the key, and heard a tremendous explosion. I thought a tire had blown out, even though we hadn’t moved. No, the tires looked okay. Then acrid fumes filled my nose and lungs and I started coughing. Ugh. I’m sure that did some damage. When the air cleared, we opened the hood and saw the battery had exploded. Great. This morning when we went back to the car we saw that battery acid had gone everywhere under the hood. We’ll need to get that cleaned off today.
Ok, so no big deal. We’ll just go back in the morning and get a new battery. The challenge was getting home. No big deal, either, really because we were close enough we could walk home. Bob and I were just feeling inconvenienced. But R-boy freaked out. He must have thought we were stranded forever because he got really stressed and started crying. He was probably wondering when the vultures would start circling and could imagine 5 skeletons lying around the car in the parking lot. But when he was convinced we could walk home, and he wasn’t going to die, he was fine. We walked about a half mile and stopped at the convenience store for some bottled water. While we were there, we met a man who lives in our neighborhood and he offered us a ride home. Since I was wearing my strappy sandals, we took him up on his offer.
Naturally, the adventure is not over. The battery store near our house was sold out of the two batteries that would fit my car so we need to find another store. I am now stranded at work with no car and I am at the mercy of Bob’s schedule. At least I have an overflowing plate of work to do to keep me occupied.
I got home from work and made dinner as fast as I could. We ate and then headed out the door. First we had to get K-girl another recorder for music class so we hit Guitar Center. No luck but we had fun playing all the different drums. I learned that R-boy seems to have a natural ability to hold a rhythm. Then someone had to go to the bathroom so we went into the mall to find the restrooms. On the way, I fell in love with a shirt hanging in a store window so I had to go in and buy it. That done, I rounded up the family and drove across the street to Terra Toys. Bob assured me we would just run in, buy the recorder, and head over to the party. I laughed at him. The Smoot Clan could never just “run in” to Terra Toys. I don’t know how long we were in there but we left 30 minutes after closing and $50 poorer. Finally! We were going to the party!
We got in the car, turned the key, and heard a tremendous explosion. I thought a tire had blown out, even though we hadn’t moved. No, the tires looked okay. Then acrid fumes filled my nose and lungs and I started coughing. Ugh. I’m sure that did some damage. When the air cleared, we opened the hood and saw the battery had exploded. Great. This morning when we went back to the car we saw that battery acid had gone everywhere under the hood. We’ll need to get that cleaned off today.
Ok, so no big deal. We’ll just go back in the morning and get a new battery. The challenge was getting home. No big deal, either, really because we were close enough we could walk home. Bob and I were just feeling inconvenienced. But R-boy freaked out. He must have thought we were stranded forever because he got really stressed and started crying. He was probably wondering when the vultures would start circling and could imagine 5 skeletons lying around the car in the parking lot. But when he was convinced we could walk home, and he wasn’t going to die, he was fine. We walked about a half mile and stopped at the convenience store for some bottled water. While we were there, we met a man who lives in our neighborhood and he offered us a ride home. Since I was wearing my strappy sandals, we took him up on his offer.
Naturally, the adventure is not over. The battery store near our house was sold out of the two batteries that would fit my car so we need to find another store. I am now stranded at work with no car and I am at the mercy of Bob’s schedule. At least I have an overflowing plate of work to do to keep me occupied.
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