When I went to start my car this morning, nothing happened. All I heard was click, click, click, and noticed a few lights illuminated on my dash. A quick check in my owner’s manual and I discovered that my battery was dead.

I called AAA and five minutes later, a guy came out and charged my battery. He said it appeared my battery is totally dead, and that I need a new one. I headed over to my local Peps Boys, about a mile away. As I was driving, the car started shaking so I stayed in the right lane (in case it decided to go out again) then I got in the left turn lane so I could turn onto Hollywood then into the parking lot. That’s when my car died. Right splat in the middle of the intersection of Hollywood and Gower. I put my hazards on, had a minor freak out, and decided to walk over to Pep Boys to see if they would quickly charge it so I could drive it out of the intersection. (They couldn’t help me off their premises.)

After noticing my stalled car, swarms of people came over and asked if they could help me push it into the parking lot. Oh wait, that didn’t happen, silly me. No, this being LA, dozens of people honked, yelled, and gave me the finger. Like I fucking decided to park my car in the middle of the intersection. Assholes.

I saw another AAA guy at Pep Boys, flagged him down, and basically begged him to please help me. He was super cool and towed my car across the street. I was so glad to be out of the middle of the intersection.

Finally at the store, I explained the situation and was told they wouldn’t be able to look at my car for another hour. Ugh. I quickly straightened my posture, tugged down my v-neck, and asked if it were at all possible to have someone take a look at it any sooner. Next thing I know, the hood’s open and they’re checking it out. *

I needed a new battery.

*No, I’m not sure if the cleavage thing helped, but it definitely didn’t hurt.