For the past two days, my car has been a little tricky to start up. I did think that I'd probably have to get a new battery this weekend. Today when I got out of work (on my way to the barn. Never when I am just going home.) she wouldn't start. Luckily, our administrative assistant had walked out at the same time I did, and she heard my car not start. Also luckily, she had jumper cables. Because I? I took them out of my car for the move and never put them back. (Generally, I drive around with an auto-care crate. I had taken it out for the trunk space.)
When I went to start her up after riding, she was sticky again, so I thought, "Well, there's an AutoZone up the road, and I definitely won't be able to start her in the morning if I don't get a new battery." I went in, found out the price, and called Dad.
Dad: Hello.
WG: So, I'm at AutoZone, and since I just tried my car and she won't start, it's a bit of a moot point, but they are trying to charge me $60 for a battery. Plus $10 "core charge."*
Dad: Why are you arguing over $10?
WG: I'm not. But aren't batteries like $20?
Dad: Yes. In 1971.
I bought the battery, and the AutoZone guy came out to install it. (Also in the auto-care crate? Tools.) Took him forever to find the right size socket for the 4 nuts that you have to take off/loosen to take out the battery. Except that the 4th one? A completely different size. Took him about 20 minutes to put the new battery in.
But then? The car started. Easily.
On the way home? The gas light came on. My reaction? "I just bought you a battery!"
*I didn't have to pay this because I traded in my old battery. Still have no idea what it's about, though.
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