Here is how I know my youth is gone.
[WARNING: Those of you who are young are going to be screaming in your head at me and Gary. YOUR youth isn't gone.]
[I'm looking into how to make this one of those Facebook quizzes. "ARE YOU OLD? CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT!"]
My car's been starting a little shaky this last week, and this evening when I left work it only clicked loudly. Happily, I had been working with Friend #3 at her condo, and I was in her parking lot.
"I don't have to bother Marcia," I thought, "I can take care of this by myself." And I got my little self-contained jump starter, and cracked the hood. At about this time two very nice neighbors of Marcia came out, and I convinced them I had it all under control ("You know how to work that? You know where the clips connect?"), and that if the jump starter didn't work I had my husband and Marcia to fall back on, but I'd find them if I needed anything after that.
Tried the jumper. No juice. Just clicking. Possibly because the jumper wasn't charged.
So, Plan B: I called the 1-880 number in the back of my mini. Not under warranty, but they'd be glad to call a tow company for me for $100.00
On to Plan C: I called Gary. He was glad to come out and bring his jump-starter (after all, it IS my birthday month), but he said it would take a while to get his pants on.
[I can hear you screaming the youthful plan in your head. Shhhhh.]
Plan D: While waiting for Gary I called Friend #3, Marcia, yards away in her condo. She came out and offered to drive me somewhere. I guess she could have jumped it? She has a Prius, and I didn't want my Mini to assimilate with her hybrid SpaceBorgwagon.
Gary eventually came over, the tow man was called, we went back into Marcia's condo, tow man came.
[Here we go. If you thought of this, you are young.]
TOW MAN POPPED THE CLUTCH.
[I KNOW! HOW OLD ARE WE?]
Gary and I saw him do it, and we both simultaneously groaned and slapped our heads.
(It sounded like this: "rollllllll...Vroommm! GroannnnSLAP!")
Never crossed my mind. In my youth, I could pop a clutch like a demon. I popped clutches all the time. Never in reverse, like this guy did, but I didn't even consider pushing it with my foot into a downward slant.
Tow man was nice. He only charged us for the service call, since he technically didn't even try to jump our car, then he suggested to Gary that we just drive the car to Sears and install a new battery on our own. HAHAHAHAhhahaa. We were so ashamed we just waved him off. "No no no. We are so senile we've forgotten about clutch-popping." Clutch-pooping, that's more like our lives now.
Anyway, I really want someone at work with a manual transmission to kill their battery so I can pop their clutch, in reverse, all-cool and young-like. I might start disabling cars in the parking lot, opening doors and leaving their lights on.