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| The day my car battery died! |
On my way home after doing outreach at a Human Sexuality class at Southern Connecticut State University, I stopped at Dress Barn. After shopping, I returned to my car and it won't start! The dashboard lit up, the radio played, but when I turn the key, all I get is a loud ticking noise.
I had AAA, but I was a little concerned about dealing with AAA en femme.
As I sat in my car contemplating my next move and occasionally turning the ignition key to no avail, a small red pickup truck parked next to me just as I am cranked the ignition for the umpteenth time.
Two young fellows got out of the truck. They do not ask me if I needed help. Instead the driver walked to the front of my car and signaled to me to pop open the hood.
I gladly did so and the two of them poked around the engine compartment, but did not find anything amiss.
I had a set of jumper cables, so we tried jump starting the car, but that did not work.
Since my car had a manual transmission, they suggested rolling the car and popping the clutch to start it. (I had not done that in years and had completely forgotten that trick.)
So they gave my car a little push. The car started rolling across the parking lot and I am trying to pop the clutch, but I am not getting the job done.
Just as I am about to run out of parking lot, I remembered that I have to pop it into second gear, not first gear, and as soon as I did, the car started.
I waved my hand out the window to my two "good Samaritans" and headed straight home with my fingers crossed that nothing else would go wrong with my car.
I made it home without issue. Next morning, I popped the clutch again to start the car and drove it to my dealer to get it fixed (my car needed a new battery).
I always worried about having car problems when en femme. I thought it could be the worst thing that could happen. Now I am not so sure.
Maybe it is better to be a woman than a man when car problems strike. Would those two fellows be so quick to come to the rescue of a tall middle-aged guy as they were to come to the rescue of a leggy middle-aged blond?
I don't know and I am not anxious to find out again.
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| Wearing Unique Vintage |
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| Chris Rock femulating on a 1995 episode of television’s The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. See the video here. |
