With a can of Campbell's in hand it was time to drive back home, make my soup and put my head under the covers. But my car had other ideas. The battery was dead. D-E-A-D, dead. Not even a sliver of power. With a tissue in one hand, and my cell phone in the other, I called my road service to get a jump start or a new battery, whichever would get me home quicker.

Things went smoothly, this isn't my first experience with a dead battery or car problems. But I should have known the battery wouldn't be around much longer. I have been having trouble getting my car to start for about 2 months. But it always turned on, eventually, so I just ignored it.

I was home in about an hour, much longer than the 5 minutes I had planned. The moral of this story is that if you have trouble starting your car, have it looked at, and if you take a sick day, stay home and eat crackers.

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