Damn it is what I felt like saying today when that same grandson and I went to leave the parking lot at Giant Eagle and my car wouldn't start. (But I didn't, he has too good of a memory.) So, my car was towed to the garage to see what the problem is. The problem isn't a new battery as the hubby just put one of those in six weeks ago when my car wouldn't start in the McDonald's parking lot.
Damn it! Now I have to wait until I can get a ride to the golf course, my quilting class, the studio and the business class. I hate being dependent. DAMN IT!
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