I knew exactly what I’d done as soon as I got in, turned the key in the ignition, and heard this lovely little noise…click, click, click. The battery was deadsville and I was on the phone with AAA. Within 45 minutes, their guy in a little red truck had me all fixed up to the tune of $112. Ouch.
Twice now in the last month, I’ve gone out to the car for something, turned on the overhead dome light and then walked back into the house, leaving the light on. The first time, my husband noticed it when he came home from work so the battery had just enough juice left to make up for my air-headedness (I just made that word up and it’s perfect, don’t you think?). This time, though, the light was left on all night so the poor little battery thingy didn’t stand a chance.
Knowing me, there will be a third and a fourth and probably even a fifth time – that’s just how I roll – but I have a feeling the money for a new battery every couple months will soon start coming out of my mani-pedi allowance and this self-proclaimed air-head can’t have that, now can I?? Lesson learned.
