Damn Cornbread, I thought my weekend from hell was bad....Here it is:
I go into work to make a deposit, on the way home my car cuts out at the bottom of an off ramp. I am literally 50 feet from a gas station but they won't come look at it..."Tow it"
So I pay to have it towed 50 feet to the top of the ramp. Once inside the bay the two geniouses...and I use the term loosely...start replacing parts. They replace the battery, both cables, the alternator and probably would have gotten around to the engine had I not intervened. I was looking under the hood and noticed a broken wire on the opposite side of the engine compartment. Being the inquizative guy I am I connect the loose wire and....whalla! all lights come on! I find out later it's the horn-relay for gods sake.
I take off...ten miles down the road the car cuts out.
I open the hood and see that the battery cable has disinigrated and burned into the battery ruining both. So I call my co-workers and ask them to drive my other car from work where I was trying to sell it, meanwhile my wife to be waiting to go to easter dinner at the mother in laws, comes to meet me.
We are now sitting in the "Car for sale" waiting on wrecker #2 and that car dies.
Thinking that the car needs a jump we wait on driver #2. When he pulls up I roll down my window "Hey can you jump this one, and tow that one"
His look told it all.
I later found out car#2 had a bad fuel pump that coincidentally went bad at that very momment.
I missed easter dinner
...but also missed the mother in law