requiem

So last night my friend's battery died in his truck. He had jumper cables with him, so we flagged down a guy to give us a jumpstart. We must have scared the guy because he popped the hood of his car without ever getting out - he just sat in there with the windows rolled up.

So I open the guys hood and look inside. Now I'm no super-mechanic, but I know my way around an engine pretty well but I can't find the battery! Everything is hidden with plastic covers. So I get the guy to roll down his window and I tell him I can't find his battery. His response is "It's a Volvo." I just stared at him for a couple seconds. Ya, I can see it's a fuckin Volvo. But were's the battery? He didn't say "It's on the right hand side next near the front." He didn't say "Hmm, let me check the owner's manual." He just said "It's a Volvo." I was dealing with a grown-up Ralph Wiggum! At least if he had said "My cat's breath smells like catfood," that would have been funny.

So anyway, I had to thank the guy and send him on his way. Eventually I ran into another friend and she drove her car over to give us a jumpstart.



"It's a Volvo." Indeed.