This morning I stayed at quilting til the very end, so was surprised to see Betty & Carol still sitting in the parking lot since they'd left a while earlier. Of course I stopped to see what was up, and Betty was on the phone calling for help because her ignition key wouldn't turn. Bobbi to the rescue!
I noticed that the van's front wheels weren't straight, so I got in and turned the steering wheel as far as it would go and then tried to turn the key - and voila - it started right up! Betty was thrilled (and impressed), but I do have to admit that the only reason I knew what to do was because the same thing happened to me last month, and Alex had to come to my rescue.
Which reminds me ...
Back in the mid-70s I was a tiny thing (probably 100 pounds soaking wet - those days are gone!) driving a big Suburban. At random times "something" would stick under the hood, and it would stall. All I had to do was pop the hood, reach in, and lift up that 'something' that I'd been shown, and I'd be on my merry way. So imagine the impressed looks I got when I stalled in the middle of a busy Phoenix intersection, and 'did my thing'. Can't tell you what it was that kept sticking (doubt I even knew then) but it sure looked good when I fixed it! <G>
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