After praising our tiny Suzuki K car, it broke down on us last weekend. Of course it was at night, in the cold, and it was raining. After trying to flag down passerbys for a jump and freaking them out (we also found out that most cars don't come with cables), we begged a local restaurant to call the nearest gas station for help. An attendant came and jumped us and we seemed to be on our way. Then after a mere five blocks, the car faded again! the wipers slowed down and then everything went dim. It was so sad!
We decided to walk back to the gas station and left our car precariously in front of a stoplight. Luckily we found the same guy who helped us earlier and he drove us back. By the time we got back though, the battery had completely died and the emergency lights even shut down. This prompted some yelling from an angry driver and one guy even gave Scott the bird! We were in a larger town, but it was still a shock but like a weird culture shock. Scott found the obscenity oddly refreshing. Ah, just like back home. In the end, after some phone calls and discussion, we got a new battery and made it home safe. Ironically we had just asked about switching to leasing a larger car to accommodate some upcoming visitors. Maybe it got angry at us for wanting to replace it? Sorry K car, we love you!
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