Q15: The Silver Bullet

So, I had big news. Real big news. I was going to be like,

"I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT A SQUEAKY LEFT TURN AIN'T ONE!!!!"

And I wanted to say that so bad I just went ahead and did it. But now I have to explain myself.

Today, my inherited (mom's side grandma) red PT Cruiser (dubbed "The Silver Bullet")  went in for repairs for the second day in a row.

It's been squeaking on left hand turns for about a year now, and I was ready for it to stop. Yesterday, the repair people said something about a special lug nut wrench that they didn't have and that we might have to dig through a junkyard to find.

But I knew my Granny wasn't the kind of person that would hide the magic lug nut. So, last night, I dug through the glove compartment, found it in an envelope (return addressed to somewhere in California), and told my parents that The Silver Bullet was headed back to Best West Tires.

I was stoked. I was really excited about the object lesson. "The fix it needed was inside it all along!"

This afternoon, I skipped up to the counter and said "thank you!" to the repair guy as he handed me my keys. Turns out, there was just a lot of dust in the brakes. We were home free with object lesson in tow. But as I drove it home, The Silver Bullet squeaked at me. I tried another left turn, hoping that I had heard another car. Nope. Now, the squeak is higher pitched. So, thanks for that, Best West Tires.

You live with your quirks. How well you live with your quirks is up to you.

I still get my object lesson.

Stupid, good-for-nothing magic lug nuts.