Oh the joys of car trouble

Ever since i returned from the Atlanta roady I’ve needed to get my car serviced, but It wasn’t until recently that I noticed that the car began having trouble starting. Uh oh! Monday morning I jumped in the car to head out and the car just barely started. I immediately got that feeling of dread and powerlessness that comes with knowing that your car is on the verge of failure. So I took immediate emergency action and drove it to the dealership. Which is no small task seeing as how Ferman Jeep moved their dealership from a perfect location in the middle of Tampa, to the middle of fucking nowhere in Wesley Chapel, which is about forty minutes outside of Tampa. But anyways, I made it to the dealership unscathed, got the car serviced and all was well, I was victorious, or so you would think…

Tuesday morning I go to start the car up, and again it just barely starts and it sounded even worse than monday morning. How can this be? I just had the dam thing serviced yesterday? Like a naive fool I then drive off and hoped for the best. I decided to make a quick stop at the supermarket down the street because I needed to pick up some Goya Mojo (which is a Spanish marinate for chicken and pork) As I walk in to the store, about seven people literally come running out of the store chasing some crazy guy who had just shop lifted or jerked off in public or something along those lines. I don’t know, but the whole thing was fuckin weird and it was most certainly a grim harbinger.  I go in the store, buy my shit, head back to the car and guess what?  My wonderful gas guzzling 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee refuses to start. Et tu Chero kee? Is this is how you repay me for bringing you in for regular service almost every 3 months for the past 3 years? But hey, this is what I get for thinking that by having your car serviced less than 24 hours ago it somehow guarantees you a car that actually works. My bad. Then to add insult to injury I had to walk home with the bottle of Mojo that looks like a bottle of wine, so all the passersby probably looked at me like I was some alcoholic degenerate walking down the street in the middle of the afternoon with a bottle of liquor.  Anyways stay tuned for part two of this Shakespearian SUV drama, i get the car back tomorrow.