Fun With Electricity
So Cable Guy II left us a new cable modem Friday morning, and packets seem to be behaving since then. On to other dysfunctional possessions. The battery on my 95 Accord went wimpy Friday morning, and I used our other car for work. Saturday, I pulled the other car up in the parking strip and jumpstarted the Accord - no problem. My thinking was that the battery was draining because the motorized side mirror had broken loose last weekend and I’d had to cut the wire that serviced it. I taped the individual wire strands so they couldn’t short out against anything, and hoped that would settle matters.
I let it run, and asked Mrs. Perils if there were any errands she needed run, something that would take me onto the freeway and allow the battery to charge. She said she needed a new hand vacuum cleaner. (Hand vacuum cleaners are a whole ‘nother topic - we buy them, they throw their belts and never can be restrung properly. They’re all lined up in the closet.)
“Where should I go?” I asked.
“Well, there’s a vacuum cleaner store near Northgate. There’s also Best Buy up there.”
My heart raced, but I struck a frown and said, “Oh, I hate going to Best Buy.” Before I’d finished the sentence, I was bolting for the Accord. I hopped in, backed out and struck out for I-5 and Northgate.
As I eased onto Northgate way, the Best Buy sign took form in all its shimmering lemon-Jello-shooter beauty.
To Be Continued
