After Ikea, I drove to the boys' school to pick them up for lunch.
Once in the car, the battery was dead as a damn doornail.
An old man with 2 hearing aids, kind eyes and age spots on his hands finally showed up and fixed my car.
He told me he's been doing this job for 47 years.
One hundred and fifty bucks later (*gasp*), and we were driving again.
Kakakakaka-chiiiiiiiiiiing.
The boys thought it wonderfully exciting, oh boy, to spend lunchtime in the car waiting for the AA to come.
Cheap thrills & happy kids.
But I was thinking: Buh-bye food budget.
We'll be chewing car batteries for dinner this March.
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