"I don't know what's wrong with your car."
My car died last week. These types of things are inevitable when you have a car that's 10 years old and is sporting almost 140,000 miles. In fact, it died about a month ago, and I had to buy a replacement battery. Easy fix. So wait, why was it crapping out on me again in less than a month?
It died at work. Luckily, I carry jumper cables around with me for situations like this. We were able to get it running again. I drove it home, and Joey figured out that my parking lights were staying on (even when I had them on the "off" setting) - therefore killing the battery. He called our mechanic, who couldn't get to the car until Thursday night. We spent last week disconnecting and reconnecting the battery every time we turned the car off and on.
I wasn't stressed about it because our mechanic didn't seem too stressed about it. He thought it would be an easy fix. And I mean he's the expert. The guy works at the Toyota dealership during the day (I have a Toyota). It's not like he's confused about what he's doing. So when he told us on Saturday night that he was stumped, I started to worry. That worry turned into full-fledged paranoia on Sunday when he said that he replaced some burnt wiring, but that it didn't fix the "weird electrical problem." You know it's bad when your mechanic has never seen anything like it.
And all I could think was THIS COULD NOT HAPPEN AT A WORSE TIME. Seriously. There's nothing like already being stressed about the affordability of adopting a child and then having to panic about the cost of car repairs - or worse, car REPLACEMENT - on top of that.
He managed to get the car working well enough so that we don't have to disconnect the battery every day, which was good to hear because we can't function with one car during the week, and he is taking it back next weekend to rip apart the wiring under the dashboard even further. He wouldn't even accept money from us for the work he'd done over the weekend.
There's not much I can do about the situation. I've told myself I won't worry about it again until he looks at it a second time. But I can't help but wonder when we will catch a break. It was the A/C that needed major repairs last month. Now it's my car. Bad things happen in 3s, right?
So . . . what's next?