My Valentine’s Day Breakdown


Valentine’s Day blew in with storm clouds the year the breakdown happened.

In spite of the rainy morning that hinted things might be less than perfect that day, the promise of a cozy night with Mike had me cheerily oblivious. He was coming home from work early and I was looking forward to a romantic dinner.

Our “date” was just a few hours away when I headed out to finish some last-minute errands.

I made my way through the grocery store, carefully choosing the ingredients for dinner: pasta, fresh baked bread, ripe tomatoes, red bell peppers… My mouth watered at the thought of homemade pasta sauce, garlic bread, and salad.

My last stop after the store was our car insurance office. I grabbed some paperwork and hurried back to the parking lot, eager to get home and start cooking.

I climbed in my car, threw my purse on the seat, and started the engine. Music on, heater blasting, and a smile on my face, I drove down the hill toward the four-way intersection ahead.

The light turned red, and I stopped. And when it turned green and I put my foot on the gas, nothing happened. I pushed the pedal again. The engine got louder–almost like a leaf blower–but my car didn’t move.

The truck behind me loomed in my rearview mirror.

I reached to turn my hazard lights on, but my car was a new SUV and I wasn’t used to the dashboard. I scanned the buttons, trying to figure out which button was which.

Honk!

I was holding up traffic and people were getting impatient.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I found the hazard lights then rolled down my window and tried to wave cars past. The traffic slowly adjusted to a new beat as everyone found their way around me.

Meanwhile, inside my car, I tried everything I could think of…

Keys in, keys out. Engine on, engine off. Turn the dials. Push the buttons…

I couldn’t figure out why the engine worked, but my car wouldn’t move. I was frustrated that a new car could breakdown like that. And the ironic thing was, I sat there stalled in an intersection just a block away from the California State Automobile Association–our insurance company, but also the company we get roadside assistance from.

I debated: should I get out and walk to the office instead of calling a tow truck?

The rain had started to come down, so I decided to stay put and call instead. I reached to get my purse and noticed that it had fallen on the floor. I leaned over, dug through it, grabbed my wallet to get the number, and called.

I was told a tow truck would be there in forty-five minutes or so.

Silently, I said goodbye–goodbye to a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner, goodbye to being home when Mike got there early, and goodbye to the groceries in the back of my car… the cold cheese getting warm, the warm bread getting cold, and the vegetables wilting.

After a long wait, help finally arrived in the form of a blue and yellow AAA tow truck. A man got out and quickly ran through the rain to my car.

“What seems to be the trouble?” he asked, ducking his head inside the hood of his rain gear.

I told him what happened.

He nodded and asked, “Do you mind if I try starting it?”

“I’ve already tried it a bunch of times,” I insisted, wanting to save him the effort. “It’ll turn on, but it won’t go anywhere.”

“I’ll see what I can figure out,” he said. I got out of the driver’s side and he got in. He turned the engine on, then off, then on again. Just like I had already done.

He stepped on the gas. My car made a loud WHIRRRRR. Just like it had done with me.

Then he leaned over and fidgeted with something on the floor. I waited, cold and shivering, just wanting to get in the tow truck and get home.

Suddenly, my car moved forward.

“Did you fix it?!” I was relieved and instantly impressed.

He cleared his throat and smiled. And in a gentle voice, he explained, “Your four-wheel drive lever on the floor was shifted into neutral, Ma’am. Your purse was sitting on it. It must’ve fallen and moved it. You’re good to go now.”

Blood rushed to my face.

I’d been sitting stuck in an intersection for an hour holding up traffic, thinking my car had broken down, and the whole time I had simply been IN NEUTRAL?

I thanked the man profusely and slid–no, ducked–back into my car. Then I sped away, sitting so low in my seat I could barely see over the steering wheel. About a block later, I gradually sat up and called Mike.

We had good laugh when I told him what happened.

He couldn’t believe it.

(Or, actually, he could.)

But it all ended up working out fine.

The groceries weathered the hour, and our Valentine’s date turned out perfect in spite of the slight delay.

And the whole thing gave me a pretty funny story to tell. (Whenever we drive through that intersection, the kids still say, “Is this the place you broke down even though you didn’t really break down, Mom?”)

So what are you doing for Valentine’s Day? Mike and I are planning a weekend alone and I’m hoping for no breakdowns this year – ha! :)

Have a fun one!

Comments

  1. Genny, this made me laugh. this is something i would TOTALLY do!! Have a great Valentine's weekend.

  2. This sounds like something I would do! We are going to have a quiet weekend filled with taxes and our toddler.

  3. well, at least you can laugh about it now, but at the time I'm sure that was very stressful. Have a nice Valentine's weekend :)

  4. I'm a bit dramatic when something I've planned doesn't go right. My heart dropped when the car didn't start and when the tow truck guy asked to try the key…I KNEW he would make it work! I'm sure he enjoyed telling the story too! I was so relieved when everything turned out fine!~Carla

  5. That's too funny! I did something similar in college. I got my liscence and a car just two weeks before my sophmore year began. And somehow, my parents still let me take it to campus in downtown Philadelphia.I remember trying everything to get it started one day while people leaned out their windows watching. (Our dorms were positioned in a "U" shape which surrounded the small parking lot.Finally one of the guys came down to help and discovered I had left it in gear. I SO understand how you felt!!Great story!

  6. Oh Genny, I laughed so loud I startled my husband sitting next too me! I am glad you didn't let this ruin your night with your hubby!

  7. That was a brave,I'm-a-girl-and-can't-tell-the-difference-between-drive-and-neutral…Hehehe…I hate to say it, but I bet that mechanic had a hard laugh after you pulled away. And, of course, kudos to you for always formulating just the right story to entertain and inspire!You rock!

  8. That is a funny story! It sounds like something that would happen to me. I'm glad everything worked out. I hope you're having a great weekend!

  9. The other day I panicked and thought the car was on hot when it was on full. In the other car, the hot meter is on the opposite side. My husband had a good laugh over that:) I know just how you feel! LOL

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