First of all ...Nellie has made it past another small hurdle. I just don't know that I can ever give her up! So lately (for the past couple weeks) She'd been having a hard time every time I'm stopped at a red light or stop sign. This does not help my propensity to not stop at stop signs I don't think should be there. Not the point. Anyways, so she does great as long as I'm moving and pushing on the gas, but as soon as she has to idle, she sputters and tries to die. She hasn't died yet, but I often have to continually rev the engine while at stop lights. When she does this, the radio often blinks in and out. I've been really just trying to ignore it, thinking that it would eventually go away. Actually I was just afraid that if I got took her in, it would be too expensive to fix and I would be forced to just get a new car. So friends at work the other day were asking how my car was doing. They think my road trip adventures are quite entertaining. So I told Josh and Jose the latest on poor Nellie. Good news! According to the smart boys, my battery cables are just loose, and I quote, "Just go home and tighten them with your socket wrench, it'll be fine." To which I replied, "My what?" I know what a socket wrench is, but I don't have one laying around the house. This was also fairly entertaining apparently. I could have followed them home and they would have fixed it for me, but I need my oil changed too, so on my list of things to do today is get my oil changed at the place up the hill that also installs batteries so that they can tighten the cables for me.
Points 2 & 3: Funny tidbits of conversations I overheard at work last night.
Sandy (unit clerk) to person on phone: "I'm sorry that you're too high to drive yourself to the hospital, maybe your neighbor that you got high with can give you a ride." Several seconds later, "Well sir, I'm sorry that your belly hurts after you drank too much and pickled your liver, but that really isn't my fault, you'll need to find your own way in to the hospital, we don't have anyone to pick you up." I almost got on the phone to inform him that we didn't have anyone to take him home either, should his drunk and high self make it to the ER. Retard.
Dr. Sternfeld to family member of patient that eloped while he was in the process of being admitted for pneumonia: "He is at home? He can't be at home, he needs to be at the hospital. He's very sick. Can you bring him back?" ... "He's doesn't feel well? I know he doesn't feel well, that's why he needs to come to the hospital" ... "He can't stay too late because he's sick?" ... "Yes, he is sick, that is why he needs to be in the hospital." At this point I had to leave to take care of my sick patient, but I asked later because I was thoroughly entertained by this conversation. Apparently this man's family decided that it took to long being in the hospital (he'd been there for 2 hours) so they'd just take him home. Then they decided that he didn't feel well enough to leave the house ...to come back to be admitted to the hospital. People kill me.
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Sounds like Nellie and our crappy car are soul sisters! After the first two or three times of it your car dying at the stop light, as you go around a turn, or try to go up the hill and you nearly die, things aren't so bad. I have to warn all passengers that it's totally normal to turn the ignition three times to start the car and then have it periodically die while driving.
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