Car oh car
Why do you forsake me?
Is it because I don’t drive much?
With only 43,000 miles on you, death should be a distant dream.
Yet, the light is fading from your dashboard eyes…or at least it would be if every warning light wasn’t glowing.
Are you possessed?
I’m beginning to think so.
I just don’t know whether to call a mechanic or a priest.
As you can tell from my sucky ode, my car is possessed. I went to drive it the other day and suddenly the airbag warning light came on. I didn’t even know there was an airbag warning light until I saw it. My first thought was ‘Needs a new fuse’. I had a dentist appt., so I didn’t have time to stop. On the way back from the dentist, my seatbelt warning light began to flash and ding. Loudly. I checked my seatbelt, but it was firmly fastened. Fortunately for me, I have a good stereo. I cranked the music until I could barely hear the steady ding, ding, ding. I wasn’t concerned because the car had been checked out within the last seven months by the dealership. Other than a gunked up fuel pump sensor, it was given the all clear. (I was assured the fuel pump was working properly.)
When I got home, dh checked the fuses and the battery connection, but they were all fine. Hence my conclusion that the car’s possessed. Does anybody have any holy water? I’m thinking that my Japanese Shinto Shrine blessing and my mini-Tardis isn’t doing a good enough job of protecting the vehicle from evil spirits. Where’s Constantine when you need him?