Yesterday morning it was raining. I have a firm policy called I Don’t Walk In The Rain I Won’t Do It, so I drove to work at 8. Uneventful. I had to work across campus at 9, so at 8:50 I got back in the car to make the journey. So on target, so prompt.
Stuck my key in the ignition and it wouldn’t turn. Would. Not. Turn.
Now I know about as much about cars as your dad knows about nail polish brands so there was no possible explanation for this. Am I not strong enough? How did I break my new car ALREADY? The Lord has taken this from me. He has taken my car because I don’t deserve it. I guess this is my penance. I will take it gracefully. Maybe my key’s worn out? Let me try to turn it and wiggle it around at the same time. Nothing.
8:56. I could get out of the car and walk to work, I’d only be a couple minutes late. But it’s still raining. I won’t do it. I can’t abandon Cora here in her time of need.
WHY WON’T THE KEY TURN IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE
A little bit crying, definitely yelling, and a lot of praying, I google “Toyota Corolla key won’t turn.” Resourceful, I know.
Aha! My steering wheel is locked! Easy fix. So I just…pull this…and turn? I’m not strong enough for this. I need to call somebody. Where’s the National Guard when you need them? I’m not going to work, I should just give up and go get ice cream. I can’t go get ice cream! My car won’t work! This is the worst situation imaginable.
Okay. I got this. Pull and turn, Victoria. Pull and turn. WHY DOES JEFF MAKE THIS SOUND SO EASY IN THIS INFORMATIVE WEBSITE THIS IS NOT EASY.
That’s it, I’m done. I give in. I’ll just sit here until death overtakes me.
Pull…and…turn! Started! Like it was easy.
Seriously Cora? After all that?
Until next time,