On that fateful day a nice young lady thought it was more important to talk on her cell phone that apply the breaks needed to stop her car from hitting mine. After a few hours at the hospital making sure little man was ok and not suffering from the seat belt, I made it home only to begin my fight with her insurance company. No worries, everything seems to be going more smoothly with this situation at the moment.
Next, I decided it was better to change the radio station going around a curve than watching the road, so I hit an inanimate object on my way to work less than a week later. My poor car. Seriously, this incident knocked the mirror right on off.
I thought my bad luck streak was over, but apparently the third time's a charm! I went to start my car after work this Tuesday and she just decided to die. Nothing. No cranking. No moving. Nothing. Did I mention it was in the 20s outside? I called my dad to come help since Phillip was at work until 3 AM and it was only 6 PM at the time. Who needs AAA when you have good ole DAD?!
While Phillip is in the process of repairing the irreparable, my parents let me borrow a van that they use for the florist. Now, this should be amusing in and of itself since this is a HUGE Chevy Astro van complete with a sign in the window that reads "I'm delivering flowers and will return shortly." I asked my dad if he was sure he didn't want the sign to put in another van while I had this one. His response: "Nah! Keep it. You get to park anywhere with that thing!" Oh bless him.
So I began my tenure with the trusty ole van. I have to admit that I like being big. However, I do not like being big on icy roads (I slid the other morning on the way to work...whole different story). I left work one day and noticed that the heat was on but nothing was coming out of the vent. I called my dad after fidgeting with the settings for a while to no avail. I asked if there was something I needed to do or push that I hadn't seen. Here's the conversation that ensued:
Me: Dad, the vents aren't blowing out anything in the van, but it says they are on high.
Dad: Oh, yeah. You probably just hit a speed bump or something.
Me: What does that have to do with the heat?
Dad: Oh it doesn't really, but the fan just stops working sometimes if you hit a bump just right.
Me: Oh heavens!
Dad: There's a rubber mallet in the floor board there. Just pull over, lift the hood, and start hitting the fan box until it comes back on. I even made it easy to identify. I marked the box with a X not too long ago.
Me: Thanks for the help there.
Needless to say, I did not pull over to beat the crap out of a van in the middle of Charlotte. Fortunately, the van decided to remedy itself after having a little breather. I love my dad for so many reasons. Most of which include "solutions" to problems such as this one.
I'll have updates on life soon. It's been a busy few weeks. Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!
