A horrifying start to the holidays…

So after some last minute awesome making at work today, I went to start my car in the company parking lot and lo and behold, my damn car wouldn’t start.  Battery trouble says the attendant and offers a jump.

After a few minutes I am off on my way home to holiday sushi when electrical components on my dash board start flashing and beeping and I realize I have no head lights.  Or tail lights.  I’m on the freeway.  Shit.  I could pull over, but in all likelihood my car would be there through the holiday and that is just no good.  So I kept on trucking, knowing full well that what I was doing was 1. illegal and 2. dangerous.  The car starts sputtering and my ability to continue is in jeopardy.  I hit some traffic and try not to meet any nearby drivers’ eyes…trying not to acknowledge that my headlights and tail lights are not on.

 I get off on my exit and my nerves are shot.  In a panic I call my roommate and tell him what is going on and that I gotta pull over and have him come rescue me.  He waves me off:  Just keep going! he says…

I keep going.  

The car is bucking and threatening to stall.  I’m driving down sunset like a mad man, keeping the rpms up to trick this metal beast into thinking she’s fine.  Keep drinking that gas baby.

I pull down my street and into my driveway and up into my spot.  The car is fighting me the whole way.  I pull into my stop and BOOM.  She stalls.  Right in place.  Right where she’s supposed to.  I’m gonna get her back into good shape.  She earned it.  She’s a good bitch.