7406-H Chapel Hill Rd.
Raleigh, NC 27607
919 233 6600
I am happy to report that I now know how to put gas – premium gas, mind you – in my car. And the reason I say premium gas is because my 400-page manual stressed it about 100 times, and when you open the gas door, it shouts at you with a big sticker “Only premium gas.” And of course, I received a big lecture from my husband, so I have been warned that if I ever dare to get the cheap gas, I know that the Mercedes gas police will come and get me.
But it really does not matter, because my car is sitting at home, safely garaged, away from any inclement weather. Why, you ask? Because it really boils downs to the fact that essentially I am married to Monk. I adore my husband, however, he can get animated about some things.
So he decides that I should not be driving my car in the snow. Instead, I should drive our extra car, the Jeep. OK, fine with me. Except he has the battery out of the Jeep being charged, so he is going to need to put it back in it. OK, fine with me. So he goes to put it back in but then decides that the battery cable things really need to be replaced, and he is going to go to AutoZone to get them. OK, fine with me. When he returns from going to the auto parts store, he goes to put the battery in, but then decides that the bolts are not long enough. He wants longer bolts. OK, not fine with me. At this point, it has been an hour and a half since I have been trying to leave. I very sweetly inform him that I do not care about the bolts or anything, I need to go to work.
So I finally got on the road. But of course, every 110-year-old blind man has decided to use this opportunity to stock up on milk and bread because of the “blizzard.” Now mind you, my formative snow-driving years were spent in Arizona, where we had no snow. However, even I could tell that the streets were not slick but rather just a little wet. But no, I get behind every snow-terrified lunatic who insists on driving five miles per hour. I nearly popped a blood vessel when I was stopped by the train, so don’t you know it that everybody in the office beat me in arriving by nearly two hours or more?
But hey, I do have a great battery with new cable things.
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