Ugg. I totally killed my car today. Well, the battery anyway. I had some time to kill so I put my car in park, rolled down the windows, turned off the radio, took the keys out of the ignition and read my book. (I’m currently reading lost boy, lost girl by Peter Straub. I finished California Girl by Jefferson Parker earlier today.) When my client got home I turned the car on and went to roll up the windows and I couldn’t. So I tried turning the car on, and I couldn’t. Turns out I’d forgotten to turn off my headlights. It was cloudy and rainy when I was driving so I’d turned them on, like a good little driver. There was no noise to indicate the lights were still on, cause I never opened the door. I’m a dumbass. ;-) But two nice Spanish maintenance guys from the complex I was in came and jumped me. They first tried with their little go cart thing, but that didn’t work. Something about too MUCH power. Uh-hu. Then Jose got his car and that worked a-ok. They asked me what was wrong with my battery, since it’s a new car (we got it on Valentines Day) and they even said they were sorry that the extra battery they had at home wouldn’t work cause it was the wrong size. I thought it was sweet, and then had to tell ‘em what I’d done. I was surprised they didn’t laugh. I did. I had to reset my clock, but my car is a-ok now. When I told hubby he reminded me about the neat trick I can now pull since I drive a stick shift. Something about getting going to a walking speed and then “popping the clutch.” It sounds really scary, and it was just as easy to get a jump than to get people to push my car. But at least I know if I’m stuck someplace without another car around I’ll be able to get it started again. With help, but whatever. You ever had your battery die? I’ve done this before. Seems to happen when I forget about my car lights when it’s raining. How about you? Ever kill your car and have to get a jump? Leave your stories in the comments.