The other day I had an audition downtown. I dropped Q and the girls off at ballet, then drove down to the theatre and parked for a bit while I went over my material. When it was almost time for the audition I went to turn on the car to move it from "stopping only" zone to a paid parking zone. Except the car wouldn't start. No matter how hard I tried.
I have a Prius, which I LOVE. It is so reliable. To turn it on you press a power button, just like on a laptop. (I know. Weird.) On this day, when I pressed the power button, all the lights on the dashboard flashed at me at once...and then the check engine light stayed on. I freaked. If the car ever needed to be boosted in the past, no light came on at all, so I didn't think it was that. On top of it all, my cell phone wasn't recharged, so I had to go across the street to an office building to call CAA.
The most pressing thing on my mind was that I was late on my yearly maintenance. Like, 5 months late. I had actually planned to take it in two days later-- the snow tires were even sitting in my entrance way. I was convinced that I had killed my car because I was negligent in getting the car serviced. Also the oil...hadn't done that in a while either. As my husband doesn't drive, I am responsible for car stuff...and I hadn't done it. Since I didn't want to get a ticket in that "no parking" zone, I sat in my freezing cold car for over an hour-- beating myself up for not taking better care of my car, and worrying that my husband would be really angry that I killed our not-quite-four-year-old car due to negligence.
The tow truck finally arrived and took us to the dealership. From there I called Q, steeling myself to his response. All he said was, "That sucks, but there's nothing you can do about it now. Don't worry about it."
I was still scared I had killed the car, but his understanding made it all a lot easier. When the dealership drove me home, I found this waiting for me in the entrance way:
Best. Husband. Ever.
(P.S. I did not kill my car. It was a failing battery that needed to be replaced. Whew! Q said, "Well, that's one way to get the car serviced-- and they even picked it up for us!")