Or a serious affinity for the rainy season and seeing my face twisted in convulsions of rage, disappointment, and shock.
I was attempting to help a friend move when, walking away from the car, I pressed the lock button. The car normally replies with a single happy horn chirp as if to say "Ok, buh bye!" This time however, it screeched out three long honks. I worried.
Walking back to the car, and attempting to unlock it with my remote, it would not respond. I unlocked the car door with my key and fear, "what broke, and can I still drive?" I swore.
The car would not start. It would not crank. It would not fire. I insert and turn the key, and the car lights up like everyone is home, but it lies cold. The stereo blasts, the A/C blows, and the lights flare on, but the car won't run. I call my dad.
The next day he comes to town, conveniently, for a trip to a museum. He helps me to jump the car since no one I know in SF has a car. The car acts as if no time has past since it first disappointed me; blasting, blowing, and flaring but still not starting. I swore so more.
The car is towed to the Saturn dealership where they begin to assess my damages. I get a call that afternoon that the car tech can't access the onboard computer diagnostic module. They can't proceed because my friends moving things are still in the car. I'm exasperated.
I rent a UHAUL pickup; all that was available on such short notice. I take it to Colma to load her things out of the car, and find out that it's pouring rain out now. Onto her things. In the pickup. And again, I am outside, in the rain, sealing a car up with duct tape thanks to my car's failing. I'm fuming.
I rack up $400 in dues simply to diagnose my car's atypical personality traits -- the RKE unit had failed. It failed right after I had locked it which, subsequently, activated my starter disabler system thus rendering the car unusable. I'm exhausted.
I pay to have some leaks fixed, I pay for the diagnosis, and I pay for the replacement parts. I pay $700. I'm going home.