Before I begin, allow me to explain that I am a terrible baby when it comes to frightening easy. After watching a few horror flicks the other night,
I've found myself a little on edge the last day or two.
Anyways, I had just got a call from my girlfriend asking me to take her brothers car up to her mother's to fix their internet connection. Agh! But
the couch is so soft! Good people though, so I'm certainly more than happy to get up and go lend a helping hand. It's been bitterly cold the last
day or two, and the car hasn't been moved.. so it's just covered in snow and ice. To top that off, there is no ice scraper in the car. After near
frost bite and fifteen minutes of sitting in the car waiting for the windows to thaw, I'm finally on my way. Boddabing boddaboom, ten minutes later
I'm on my way home.
I pull up into the parking lot and grab an empty spot. I turn the car off, lock the door and jump out. Now get this, when I shut the door.. the
freaking car turned back on!
I can hear the music, the exhaust, the lights are on.. everything! Just fitting really, considering how on edge I
have been. Now knowing nothing about cars, my first reaction is to think of the movie Christine
run for my own safety. Actually really considered this option.
After about a minute of just standing there, hesitant to go back near the car, I finally unlock it and sit back in it. As soon as I sit back in the
driver's seat, the damn thing back fires! Now this is a 2001 Pontiac, so it's not exactly a rust bucket just yet. When this "gunshot" when off,
I actually took a step to run for it. Yeah, I'm a baby.
Long story short, when I pumped the break it ended up turning off and all is well. But letting it run until the gas tank was empty was a very close
Note to self: stop watching horror flicks ya baby!
[edit on 17-1-2008 by chissler]