You ever have a week of Mondays? I'm having a week of Mondays. If it can
go wrong it will go wrong. The latest is the Jimmy. Got into town and
checked the mail. Came back out. Battery deader than the doornail.
Luckily John and John are only a block away and DH walked over there and Old
John brought over the portable thingy, jumped the battery and we went over
to buy a new battery. We'd have pulled one out of the boat except the dumb
Jimmy has to have side posts. Yeah, yeah, I know, I could have changed the
posts but the cables weren't long enough. Damn, damn and double damn!.
So, we bought a new battery ($90). The young helper at the garage kept
asking if we were sure we needed a new battery. I told him I was absolutely
positive. He gave me one of those "yeah, right, lady, like a woman would
know" looks. However, as we took out the old battery he about dropped his
teeth. It was good for a giggle and I gave him the ol' raised eyebrows, told
you so look <g> I originally bought the battery for DH's old toy ('68
Corvette) and swapped it out when he sold the Vette and bought the Jimmy. I
mean, it was one of those super crankers and I paid the big bucks for it.
The battery was NINETEEN years old <g> I'm pretty sure the new battery
won't last that long, unfortunately.
Lynda
Members of Congress should be compelled to wear uniforms like NASCAR drivers
so we can identify their corporate sponsors.