Yesterday, I had to call AAA because my brother left the overhead light on in my car while I was in Europe and my battery died. I popped the hood (as though I would have any idea what I was looking for, it just felt like the right thing to do), couldn't see any obvious battery (I have a Prius) and decided to have a male with jumper cables come work out the dead car issue for me.
By the time I got the call that the AAA man was outside, he had already hooked up the jumper cables (via my trunk) and had the paperwork ready for me to sign. He instructed that I go to the nearest Chevron station and have them charge my battery, "like a cell phone." As though I don't understand what a battery is.
He then pointed out that my car "only needs to last until you get married anyway, right?" As though I'm about to marry some rich guy who is going to buy me a nicer car than my family (from Marin) would.
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