This past weekend there were a few garage sales going on. I didn’t really want to go out, but I thought I might find a few deals. My friend, Mike, told me to come over Thursday night before they started on Friday. So I headed over there and found a child’s booster seat, a CD player (yes, I’m so old fashioned I still use these) and an obnoxious green blanket for Rowan (which she loved)
As I was getting out my checkbook, I noticed what appeared to be a snowblower on the side. I asked Mike, “Is that a snowblower for sale?” and it was. Actually, there were two snowblowers and three lawnmowers. I was pretty psyched. Mike helped me fit it into my trunk and gave me a bungee cord to secure it with. As you may have noticed, this past winter was the winter FROM HELL, especially if all you have is a shovel. So I got home, pretty proud of my little purchase. I told Leif and we went to get it out of the trunk.
A few minutes later he comes back inside. “Do you know why the trunk won’t close?” he asks. No, I did not. Thus began an hour of fiddling and prodding trying to figure out what shifted that would cause the trunk to no longer latch. This is how is went in my head:
Jesus F’ing Christ, I can’t believe I bought that goddamn snowblower and now I’m going to have to take the f”ing car to the goddamn mechanic and pay twice as much just to fix the f’ing latch. AAAUUUGGGHHH!
By some miracle of bumbling, Leif finally was able to pry off the plastic cover of the latch to reveal an itty-bitty spring that had unhooked itself. We rehooked it and the trunk now both closes and locks. Oh happy happy day.