What a crazy freaking day... So yeah I'm going to tell a story about my car breaking down... not normally the most interesting thing in the world. But its the first time its happened when I was enfem. To boot... I was dressed to the hilt, new mid-length black flowing skirt, dark red top with burn-out see-through spots along the top, and 4-inch brown heels.
So I've been going out more and more as a female, and today I was going to pickup a dress for my granddaughter (my wifes older than me and I'm 20's and she's my step-granddaughter technically, but to me she's my little munch-kin). Well only 9 miles down the road my power steering dies along with my engine. Fortunately I was able to coast into a church driveway! I started the round of phone calls and finally got a hold of my step-son who came to get me (1 hour away... 80 degrees out... no air... my face = melting).
While I waited I checked my fuses, fluids, belts. etc. To my surprise after about 20 mins a 18ish-20ish guy pulls up to see if I need help, while I have my head under the hood checking fuses. I told him I should be all good and someone was coming. But he insisted to ask about what was wrong, what might be going on, etc. He talked with me about 5 mins on what might be wrong, while I pulled fuses chatting back. After 5 mins he fessed up it was probably serious and he had no idea how to fix it. I thanked him and he headed off.
Finally my step son got there... with a hitch hiker. Fortunately I did my natural thing and he insisted on taking a look at the car with both of us... we determined it was dead and either needed spark plugs, an alternator or something along the lines of the fuel system. We decided to drop him off then head on to autozone to pickup spark plugs and antiseaze.
After we still needed the dress for the granddaughter! So we headed up to JCPenny and fought a horde of woman for easter dresses. Seriously there were about 6-8 woman and 6-8 agitated children in a 20ft square area looking for dresses. It's true what they say, people busy with their lives don't pay much attention to us... because no one batted an eye.
When we got back to my car we found out I bought the wrong plugs so we went home to look everything up, eat, and so I could change into something more car-repair appropriate... a denim skirt, lighter top, and wedge shoes (shrugs... I don't own any jeans yet lol). After we went back to autozone and got the right plugs. And I must say they were totally cool down there. I was petrified of doing car maintenance en fem. But I didn't get one bad look or anything... from customers or staff alike. That's been a fear of mine, manly men acting rashly to someone like myself.
So finally... we got back to my car and replaced the plugs. Low and behold. No starting... looks like its indeed something along the lines of the fuel system We headed home and I now have the joy of getting my car towed tomorrow to a shop (thank you AAA).
As disappointing and stressful it has been for my car to break... the experience was priceless and put my confidence through the roof!
Pic of me after getting home and my face has melted for 7 hours:
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