Petals Around the Rose, an induction game. (If you Get It, for heaven's sake don't spoil it for everyone else! Much more fun to gloat!)
It started pouring around, oh, quarter of seven last night. I walked out of K's apartment at around 7:15, intending to get in Glyndwr (which I'd left there that morning to catch the bus in to class, since the Parking Nazis have started cracking down on the large lot close to campus and the Syncad lot is full more often than not), pick up a McBurger for dinner, and head to Kyle's Werewolf game, which starts at 7:30. Opened the car door. "That's funny, the interior light isn't coming on-- FUCK." Click. Click. Yep, battery's dead, due to the halflight this morning, the ongoing lack of a light dinger in Glyndwr[1], and my own forgetfulness. Rain keeps pouring down.
Called K out and begged for a jumpstart. After some effort we managed to roll Glyndwr into a position where Magikel can get nose-to-nose with it. Popped the hoods. I stared in numb, wet surprise at the interior of Magikel. The VW designers covered all the dangerous possibly exposed bits with plastic covers. You know, to protect them in case you did something hazardous like open the hood to get at them. Rain keeps pouring down.
We went back inside, and she hunted up a flashlight while I called Kyle and told him I'd be late. Then back outside, to try and find the battery in Magikel. "The manual says it's under the plastic cover on the left side." We looked briefly at the left side of the engine. No plastic covers. "Um, by 'left' do they maybe mean 'right?'" They sure did. Clearly when VW engineers try to look under the hood of a beetle they do it from the driver's seat, or maybe on the windshield. Rain keeps pouring down. I looked down and realised that we were standing ankle-deep in water. My latent self-preservation instinct kicked in at this point and we chose not to continue playing with electricity. I rolled Glyndwr back into the parking spot and K gave me a ride to Kyle's, from whence I got a lift home with Toh after the game.
Stupid car. Stupid rain.
[1]The Mazda dealership will charge me about $70 to look at Glyndwr and determine whether or not they can fix the light dinger; it's unclear whether the $70 includes the cost of actually fixing it. Regardless, that's not cash I've got on hand at the moment. Maybe after the New Year.
It started pouring around, oh, quarter of seven last night. I walked out of K's apartment at around 7:15, intending to get in Glyndwr (which I'd left there that morning to catch the bus in to class, since the Parking Nazis have started cracking down on the large lot close to campus and the Syncad lot is full more often than not), pick up a McBurger for dinner, and head to Kyle's Werewolf game, which starts at 7:30. Opened the car door. "That's funny, the interior light isn't coming on-- FUCK." Click. Click. Yep, battery's dead, due to the halflight this morning, the ongoing lack of a light dinger in Glyndwr[1], and my own forgetfulness. Rain keeps pouring down.
Called K out and begged for a jumpstart. After some effort we managed to roll Glyndwr into a position where Magikel can get nose-to-nose with it. Popped the hoods. I stared in numb, wet surprise at the interior of Magikel. The VW designers covered all the dangerous possibly exposed bits with plastic covers. You know, to protect them in case you did something hazardous like open the hood to get at them. Rain keeps pouring down.
We went back inside, and she hunted up a flashlight while I called Kyle and told him I'd be late. Then back outside, to try and find the battery in Magikel. "The manual says it's under the plastic cover on the left side." We looked briefly at the left side of the engine. No plastic covers. "Um, by 'left' do they maybe mean 'right?'" They sure did. Clearly when VW engineers try to look under the hood of a beetle they do it from the driver's seat, or maybe on the windshield. Rain keeps pouring down. I looked down and realised that we were standing ankle-deep in water. My latent self-preservation instinct kicked in at this point and we chose not to continue playing with electricity. I rolled Glyndwr back into the parking spot and K gave me a ride to Kyle's, from whence I got a lift home with Toh after the game.
Stupid car. Stupid rain.
[1]The Mazda dealership will charge me about $70 to look at Glyndwr and determine whether or not they can fix the light dinger; it's unclear whether the $70 includes the cost of actually fixing it. Regardless, that's not cash I've got on hand at the moment. Maybe after the New Year.
