the car won't start

i'm pretty sure i've only mentioned a couple of stories on here, but i can't even count the number of times i've gotten to our car(s) and found it dead. yesterday was the latest instance in what i'm sure will continue to be a very long list of non-starting cars. we had just finished up with the dj person and gotten into the car when my dad tried to start it and it just sat there sputtering. after a few more hopeful tries, we accepted the fact that it was dead. two random oldish men came to help us, but i'm not going to get into that too much.

while they were looking under the hood, a younger guy came out of the apartment building we were parked in front of and the older dude asked him if he had jumper cables. the guy said no before the question was even fully asked and turned away. "he's such a jerk," my cousin said. "i hope his car doesn't start because he wouldn't help us." he coincidentally was parked right next to us. he got into his car without making eye contact and tried to start it. it wouldn't start. my cousin and i just about died from laughter because i mean, what are the odds? his car eventually did start, but it took a while, and you could bet he was wishing that he helped us. 

he drove off and the old guy drove my dad to the mechanic place nearby to get a new battery (i really don't know why they couldn't pick up some jumper cables). anyway, the guy gave us the wrong size battery (i just learned last night that car batteries come in sizes. yeah, i'm pretty stupid.) but my dad and the old guy didn't realize it. the old guy put in the battery upside down and the car was going spastic. it wouldn't start but the windshield wipers were going crazy though they were off. creepy stuff. they eventually got the battery in right, but since it was too small our car could barely drive the way to the mechanic. we got there and got the right size battery, but we think that stuff under the hood got messed up cause it was driving like the little engine that was starting to think maybe it can't. and the dashboard lights wouldn't work. 

we got home, though. finished all wedding plans and payments. and there are three days left of my pre-marriage life. with that said, i'm going to go eat some oreos. 

*Honey, I'm Home - Shania Twain