because we went out to go skating and the car wouldn’t start. We already knew Jane’s car had a dead battery, because we’d tried to jump it a couple of weeks ago. Plus it has an air intake breakage.

Then we noticed the Forester tire is flat again. Sigh.

So we called AAA. But no, you have to call separately for separate cars even if they’re stuck in the same garage, and thus—TWO AAA trucks. Plus a wrecker, because while the Forester turned out to have a dying battery, cranking some 228 out of 600, which was WHY it failed to jump the Olds, Janes Olds not only had a flat battery, it has a dead alternator.

So the wrecker hauls Jane’s car off to a mechanic; I pay the guy for a new battery and now have a temporarily aired up tire; I go off to collect Jane; then we head for the tire dealership, but they swear they can fix it—it turns out to be an embedded screw. Well, I’d rather have new tires; but they say it should be ok. We’ll call them from the California desert and complain if not…

But it’s been a day. And we’ve already used up 2 of our 4 annual AAA calls and it’s only January.