Ocassionally, I wonder if I really am fit to be driving. The other day, I was late for work, and didn't remember until on the road that A: I needed gass and B: I needed to add a quart of oil. So, I stop at the nearby 7-11. I hurridly pop the trunk and step outside the car to begin filling.
I immediately found a problem. I'd forgotten to pop the gas. So, I unlock my car, (I locked it cause I was going to pick up a drink.) and pop the gas. Relock the door, and start to pump my gas. Once the gas is going, I walked to the hood to check my oil. The dang thing won't open.
I go back, unlock the door, pop the trunk again, lock the door, and try the hood again. Still stuck. At this point, (it is important to know that I drive a crappy problematic car) I wonder if once again, the hood popper is stuck. It had had the problem a year ago. However, I know I need oil, so I determine to fight through it. I unlock the door, and go to pop the trunk, and reallize what I'd been doing. So, laughing at my stupidiy, I pop the hood, lock the door, and proceed to check / add oil. I put away the gas nozzle, and got ready to fill my mug.... which was locked in the car.
Even more irritated at the repeated locking / unlocking, I retrieve my mug, fill it, and start on my way. I got about a half block before I realized I'd forgotton something.... my trunk was bobbing up and down, flapping in the wind.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Popped the trunk twice, and the dang hood still won't open.
Labels:
bad memory,
door locks,
forgotten,
oil
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