I’m waiting for my recall notice

Sooooooooooo – Carly Cadillac decided to take a moment for herself right at one of the busiest intersections in our town. For no reason that I’ve found out yet, she turned on her dashboard warning lights and turned off the radio. This was alarming as I need the radio.

Is that a blue Cadillac in the front of that mess?

Since the traffic light was red, I put her in park and turned the engine off and turned it back on hoping that she would reset herself – she’s got all those computer modules you know. Nope. But she did refuse to shift out of park or allow anything but the engine to be on. This meant no windows and no door locks. I thought for a minute that I’d have to do that Dukes of Hazard move where I’d have to crawl out the window except I couldn’t open the windows either. There might have been panic until I remembered that little lock thingy on the door (the one that stubbornly refuses to allow a coat hanger to unlock it if a person MIGHT have accidentally left their keys in the trunk) and I pulled it up with my actual fingers.

I put the hazards on so I wouldn’t die–with no radio.

After I called emergency roadside assistance, a variety of folks offered to both help me and to kill me (it was rush hour). Finally, two police cars arrived. As they got out of the car I did too. The first car had a policewoman and the second car had a policeman. I clearly heard him say, “She ran out of gas.”

After establishing that I did not, in fact, run out of gas, the kind officer tried to get the car in neutral to at least move it out of the middle lane but to no avail. Carly can be very stubborn. Soon, my husband pulled up (I called him after the tow truck but before Amylynn) and also tried to get Carly out of neutral. Nope. The officer was pleased by this and told Ed he was glad he hadn’t been able to do it either because if he had the officer would have to give back his “Man” card.

The police lady and I just stood there deciding that no one had anything to be pleased about since we were all still in the middle of the road.

However, I did learn that she had miniature goats. She was super nice and if I had to stand in the desert heat waiting for a tow truck it would be with her. After all, she didn’t immediately assume I’d run out gas like an idiot.

Of all the people who were not happy to see me today, I will say the Cadillac people were the least happy. Imagine their faces when Carly came back (for the seventy-fifth time this year) and strapped to a tow truck.

In retaliation, they gave me the cheapest loaner car they had. Like I can’t break that Cadillac either.