Wednesday, August 18, 2010

To the Rescue (Again)

Since we are too cheap to hire a regular weekly garbage pick-up, we take our trash to a near-by transfer station. Along with the trash goes our recycling, a pail of compost material, yard waste, any clothes we may want to get rid of, and anything that we may want to leave in the Reuse Shed. Sometimes we have all the other stuff and no real trash so it’s a free drop off and we do our bit for the green life while keeping excess clutter at bay.

Today I loaded up the car and made the three mile trip to the transfer station. I disposed of everything in the appropriate area or receptacle and gave my hands a wipe with waterless cleaner. Then I turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. Then I noticed I couldn’t get the key out of the ignition. Oh, no. What was I going to do? Call a tow truck? I called Mike instead.

“Hi, the car won’t start.”

“Who is this?”

“Your wife? Olga?”


“So the car won’t start. The lights come on but nothing from the engine.”

“Hold on. I’ll be right down.”

So I waited a few minutes and he arrived in his van. He got into the car and started it. It took a nanosecond. My hero! The shift was still in park where I had left it. I’ve been driving for 46 years, but somehow I just couldn’t figure this one out. I believe they call it a brain fart.


  1. Oh my! I've had too many of those to count! At least there wasn't anything wrong with the car!

  2. I loved the part: your wife? Olga?

  3. Brain farts happen with great regularity at our house.

    I can't tell you how many car experiences I've had that turned out like the one you described. I don't like driving or cars, so I mess up frequently.

  4. This sounds like something I would do. And, probably will some day.

  5. A transfer station! I've never heard about a thing. I didn't even know there was another choice than having your garbage picked up. (Sorry about your car though.)

  6. Loved "Who is this?"
    We have one of those transfer stations also and I love it. One stop and a relatively clean dumping place. They call it a recycle center here but also take garbage. It is so much more "green" than hauling your stuff to the road for garbage collection.


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