I love The Producers. Just in case I hadn’t mentioned it before.
This morning I was sitting in the kitchen (dressed in my pajamas, my houserobe, AND my poncho. I was cold.) when my cell phone rang. It was Cath, asking where I was. I told her I was at home. She asked when I was going in to the city. I said not for about another hour. “Well… can you come by my house and help me jumpstart my car?”
So I went ahead and got dressed and headed over there. I’m glad I did. I thought it wouldn’t take much – she’s had to jumpstart her car a gazillion times, I’m sure.
Well, we stood out in the driveway for 30 minutes just trying to figure out how to get the cover OFF my car’s battery. All in all it took over an hour, and I ended up being really late to work, and she missed her first class, but we DID get it started.
Airheads like us should not be allowed to fool around with cars. Like, at all.
I fixed my TV, btw.