Going to Work

Hello,

Saturday, I gathered all my things which included lunch, purse, bag with a pillow in it to see if my neck felt better if I sat on it when doing cataloging at the front desk as the chair there only moves up so high, and a bag with items to return. In the garage I stopped to admire the clean car that had sat resting for a week, deposited my things in the back seat, got into the driver’s seat, turned on the car, put it in reverse, looked over my shoulder, applied the gas and went nowhere. I readjusted the gear shift because maybe I had not put it in reverse, but some other gear. I still went nowhere. I put it in low and carefully tried to move forward without hitting the front wall of the garage, but went nowhere. Oh fuddy-duddy! I hopped out of the car raced upstairs for the other car keys, muttered a thanksgiving prayer that we had a second car and that Leroy had ridden his bike to work. That car took me to work without a hitch.

At work in some quiet spots I contemplated what could be wrong with the car and would we need to get it towed. Would this mysterious malady be so expensive to replace that we would feel compelled to get another newer car? Or could have it been that because we got the car washed just before we left that something had frozen, after all it was in the low 30s?

After I got home I tried once again to move the car with the same results. When Leroy came home, I told him, “The older car started beautifully, but could not move.”

“Weird,” he rather succinctly said.

He went down, started the car, put it in reverse with the garage door open, gave it more gas and moved. Apparently something indeed had been frozen as we had had the underside washed.

Paula