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Thursday, February 14, 2013


So ok, I drive an old car.  I bought it new, back when dinosaurs walked the earth.  Love it and will drive it until it literally falls apart.  Old car, you expect a few problems to crop up.

But it aggravates me beyond belief when something avoidable happens.

One night last winter I had a minor problem while at a friend's house.  When it was time to leave I couldn't get my car door open.  There was ice in the door lock.  Nothing to panic about,  it's happened to this car before.  Car just needs to warm up enough to melt the ice.

One problem, though.  It's the driver's door that froze.  My friend, who is much thinner and more limber than I am, walked around to the passenger side (which wasn't frozen), got into the car and climbed over the center console.  Once behind the wheel she started the car.

All well and good.  Until she decided to try to force the door open from the inside.

The door handle snapped off in her hand, leaving only a stub.

I got a quote for the repair, but it was a lot of money.  The stub was functional, so I decided that I didn't need to fix the handle.

The stub gave up the ghost this morning, trapping me in my car.  In the parking lot at the train station, of course.


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