My car, the formerly trusty ChickWagon, which careful readers may recall I just spend $1500 having repaired, is dead. Deceased. Com-pletely murdered. As in, won't start. Now, it's possible that the mechanics thought that I was giving them the $1500 as a Christmas gift, and if that's the case, obviously the error is mine for not being more clear: I was, in fact, giving them the $1500 to fix my car, so that it would run again.
Somehow, though, this has not been accomplished. All the symptoms point to a dead battery: it won't start, it won't begin to turn over, and not a single light goes on when when I crank it -- not even the remote unlocking device function. That spells dead battery. Now, on the upside, a dead battery is easy to fix; and if it's just that, I won't have to spend any more money I don't have and spend any more time arguing with mechanics. But on the downside, how do you do $1500 worth of repairs to a car, including a tuneup so thorough that you discover the brakes (which were not in any way involved in the car's breakdown) need replacing, and not bother to check the battery level? Even I know to check the battery charge, and I know next to nothing about cars.
I guess I'll find out by this afternoon whether to be infuriated or simply annoyed.