There was a knock on the door very early this morning. Who could that be so early? I pulled on some pants and headed to the den where the front door resides.
"Now if these are Jehovah Witnesses then there are going to be harsh words," I remember telling myself.
It was my good neighbor, George.
"Your brakes lights are stuck on," George said. "I hope it didn't run down your battery."
"Thank you!" I said profusely.
George shook my hand and headed back to his house -- his good deed for the day done
I walked out and wiggled my brake peddle until they went off. This has been happening a lot lately. I just forgot to check when I unloaded my groceries last night.
I will be glad when I get my newer car. Bless mom's soul, she wouldn't want it any other way.
Trepidatiously, I turned the car key and my car very reluctantly cranked -- the battery almost on empty. I drove around for about 30 minutes to charge the battery. I then made sure it would crank again when I made it home.
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