Guess what, my three year old car broke down yesterday after lunch. The engine couldn’t be started. Long story to this, all thanks to dear Elisa. Yesterday was her last day here, so we decided to go out for a farewell lunch. Initially I didn’t have to drive my car, as there were other people who could drive, but due to convenience (as my car was parked behind and was unblocked), I agreed to drive everyone there. Had a porridge (which Elisa treated) and was sweating profusely non stop after we finished. Boy, it was a really hot day. I rushed to my car to turn on the engine so that everyone could enjoy the air conditioner soon after they get into the car. As I was trying to start, Elisa was screaming from behind, insisting that she wanted to drive. Then chuukkk. I stared at the steering. I tried again, and checked if the gear was at the right place, but nothing happened. The engine could not start at all! Elisa thought I was joking, and she was like huh..really ah?? 
Poor people and they had to wait with me under the hot sun for the rescuers to come. Dad came and took out the battery to be replaced with a new one. The car is fine now, but my wallet is getting lighter. :-(
Sigh, what an experience. Thank God that I wasn’t alone when that happened though.
Poor people and they had to wait with me under the hot sun for the rescuers to come. Dad came and took out the battery to be replaced with a new one. The car is fine now, but my wallet is getting lighter. :-(
Sigh, what an experience. Thank God that I wasn’t alone when that happened though.
























