To the guy that stopped and helped us tow our truck, Thanks for helping and giving us a ride home. To all the other people that drove right on by honking at us to get out of the way, I'm sorry that our truck inconvenienced you by dying in the middle of the road. I promise we weren't trying to annoy you.
Our truck died yet again. We're assuming it's the alternator.
It had started out a bad day for both of us, so we decided maybe the day would get better if we went out to eat somewhere. Instead of taking the car that was covered in a few inches of snow, we took the truck because it was already dusted off. We wanted to try somewhere new, so we headed down Grand in search of a restaurant. We got to the edge of town and were about to turn around and head back the other way, when the truck just completely died. Charlie was able to get it semi-off the road, but it ended up blocking the exit of the Comfort Inn. Now keep in mind, it was blocking the exit, not the entrance, but people still felt that they should honk at us because we were blocking the exit and part of the right lane of the road. And the person honking at us the most wasn't even trying to get out of the parking lot, he was trying to get in! He was going to use the exit to go in the parking lot even though the entrance was about 2 yards away. There was no way to push the truck because, since it had been snowing like crazy all day, everything was slick, plus we were on an incline on the exit. We basically had to just sit there. Luckily, a couple guys came out of the hotel to help us. They towed the truck into the parking lot and then proceeded to jump the truck, trying everything to get it going. When we realized it wasn't going to start again. They offered to give us a ride home. And this guy was a complete stranger!
So today is going to be spent getting the truck towed and finding somewhere to get it fixed. Now this wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that just last week we had to get the truck fixed because a radiator hose broke. And that's not mentioning everything else that has gone wrong with it. It's just one thing right after another. We're trying to decide if we should just get it fixed and sell it, or if we should try and stick it out. We still owe money on it, so we at least want to sell it for as much as we owe, but we feel bad about trying to sell a truck that has had so many problems, just to throw all the problems on someone else. Any ideas?
So here's to looking at the bright side. Charlie was just going to take Sam out for dinner so I could stay home and have some alone time, but I decided at the last minute to go with them. Had I not gone, Charlie would have had a really hard time trying to figure things out with the truck and taking care of Sam. Since I was there, I was able to keep Sam warm inside the hotel. Plus, if we hadn't gone out to eat, this would have happened to Charlie on his way to work this morning and he would have been late.
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That's so lame. When I was pregnant with Silas and on my way to St. George for a Dr.'s appointment, before we bought our current car, and our old car crashed on us. I stood on the side of the interstate out side the car for an hour and a half with the hood up, trying to look as pregnant and harmless as possible. Finally, it was a highway patrol car that helped me out. Another time, my car died as I was trying to go on a green light. It was right by that humungo intersection in Provo at the university parkway freeway exit. I had a huge crowd of cars honking at me and a little old lady walking on the crosswalk yelled at me for being on the crosswalk. You know, anytime that I've been in WY stuck on the side of the road, I never had to wait for more than 15 minutes for help. It makes me so sad to know that rude Utah's drivers moved over there. ;)
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