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I woke up this morning with a strange feeling that it was going to be a potentially disastrous day. Little did I know just how bad it was going to turn out. As usual, my day started at 7.00am with the incessant ringing of my hand phone alarm. Thankfully, it went off after awhile, going into snooze. “Another 12 minutes of sleep”, my brain pleaded. Needless to say, I gave in… 6 times!

Anyway, after lazing around and getting a wake up call from my dad, I finally managed to crawl out of bed (yes, I can crawl because I have a sofa bed that’s floor level and I won’t fall off the edge and break something in the process). A quick shower and some breakfast later, I was in my car, ready to go. That’s when the nightmare began. I turned the ignition but the engine refused to turn. The battery was FLAT!

I didn’t drive over the weekend so the battery must have discharged. I’ve had prior warning that the battery was going to give one of these days and have been meaning to check up on it. I popped the hood and found that the battery had somehow managed to dry itself out. The fact that it is occuring only weeks after I sent my car to the workshop seems to indicate that my mechanics didn’t check the battery (not that that’s any excuse for me not to check it either). Nothing to be done about it now. Crap!

For a house that usually has three cars parked in its driveway, none of the other cars were available. My parents had gone out and my sister was off to work. None of my neighbours seemed to be in, so that meant no chance for jumpstarting the car. Damnit! On to Plan-B: Push start the car.

My house happens to be on top of a hill. That means that I wouldn’t need any help pushing the car to get it up to speed. Unfortunately, being on top of the hill also means that it WILL need some Herculean effort to get the damn car out onto the road in the first place. Hercules I am not. I managed to get it out of the porch but got stuck in front of the neighbour’s gate (good thing my uncle’s out of town and won’t be using that entrance anytime soon). Huffing, puffing, shoving, and grunting on my part was pointless as the little car just refused to budge. I think this is the car telling me that I’ve not been spending enough time in the gym.

After about an hour’s effort, I finally called it quits and decided to join the masses in commuting to work. It was already 9.40am when I made that decision. It took me another 20 minutes to cool down, take another bath, change into clean clothes, and get on my way. Who would have predicted that my nightmare was just only getting started…