My Baby Has Been Bad

I could write a good blues song about the things that my car has been putting my through as of late. I feel Charlie Wilson’s pain when he sang, “You can’t keep running in and out of my life” on Yearning For Your Love. That is what my car has been doing running in and out of my life. It picks great times to act up for example:


It was the Friday of the big move at my job (Which is a post in itself to come soon). To sum it all up my computer was in the corner and all my stuff was packed up so my boss said that I could have the rest of the day off on her at around eleven. That is what you call a good day so I head over to the credit union to cash my check from my second job. I had the rest of the day planned. I was going to get home by twelve and have lunch with my wife at the China Inn and be in the bed by one. My car had other plans. With money in pocket and smile on my face, I hopped in my ride turned the key it kicks over like a champion but just will not start. I sit there and try and try then give up and call my wife to pick me up. Day ruined.

It was a Friday a couple of weeks later. The day is going great all of my work is finished for the day. I am heading to McDonald’s for a double cheese and some delicious golden fries. I get to the car turn the ignition it turns over like a champion but just will not start. I get out and try wiggling this and bumping that. It does nothing. I say a little prayer and read a Bible Verse. It does nothing. I curse it and kick the left rear passenger tire three times. It does nothing. I walk to Burger King and get a whopper with cheese value meal eat it, come back, and try it again. It does nothing. Day ruined

It was Sunday morning and I was heading to Church with my son to give thanks to the Lord for blessing my car to run a whole week without any trouble. We grab our jackets and head to the car. We get settled in I turn the ignition it turns over like a champ but just will not start. I say forget it and we decide that we will foot it to Church since it is only about a ten-minute walk. My son was walking somewhat slowly so I put him on my shoulders. Now every Sunday when it is time to go to Church he wants to walk (with the price of gas he may just get that chance).