This entry is designed to provoke a response from my brother.
April 29th, 2008 | by Scott Jennings |I almost forgot! I changed my own air filter in my car! Oh, how proud I was of myself. I could have sworn I had it done at least once along with an oil change, but apparently not — it seemed to be the factory original filter in there. I was most surprised by the amount of bird feathers. You don’t expect all those bird feathers.
And I had been having a problem with my car’s battery draining when I parked it at my garage, and I had finally figured it out: the internal light doesn’t always switch off when you close the door, unless you lock it. I had never noticed it before because I always locked my car when I wasn’t using it, but when the attendants take it on the car elevator to its resting place, they leave it unlocked with the key in the ignition. But what to do about it? I explained it to every parking attendant I left my car with, but English often isn’t their language of choice, and my Spanish made it sound like “the light is on fire as the door to open, please to close the door,” which they already knew.
I was chatting with Austin the other day, and I offered to pick him up from the airport for his upcoming visit, assuming my car would start. He asked what the beef was, and I described the problem I’d been having. Immediately, he had the elegant solution: pop the bulb out of the light. Done and done.
The Target in the Bronx: not as bad as the Internet led me to believe it’d be.
