This evening I drove over to the city to have dinner with P and some of his friends. Parking was abysmal, so I opted to spend eight bucks for the restaurant's valet lot. Sometimes convenience is a beautiful thing.
About two minutes after I sat down, the valet showed up next to me with an apologetic look on his face. "Excuse me. Is there a trick to starting your car?"
"No. Will it not start?" (It's a silly question, I know.)
I followed him out to the lot and was not the least bit surprised to find out that he was right. I explained what was happening, and then grabbed the hammer from the back seat and whacked the starter a few times. No dice. I swore under my breath, and we pushed the car into a parking space. One ten dollar tip later and I was back at the table.
I fully expected to be towing the car home, but after dinner a few more whacks with the hammer were enough to get her running. I guess I'll be back at the mechanic Monday morning.
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