Yesterday we had an experience that will go down in history in the
Serafine family, and it didn't just involve us. This one is so
ridiculous, it seems like one of those things that you only hear of. This one is a little long, but it's worth the read, at least I think so.
Our car, the dear Ford, is great. It needed new tires. It needed an oil change. It needed to be aligned. We took our car to Big-O to get the tires. We had a coupon, and got a decent deal. We dropped our car off, went running on the trail behind Freedom Boulevard, and went back to Big-O. We got there right as our car was being finished. We paid the bill, and got in the car. As we got in the car we were talking about how well our car had been running as of late, and how it had been a while since we had to do anything by way of repair. Matt puts the keys in the ignition, turns it, and nothing. The car won't start. We look at each other like, "Great. What did they do?" I'm thinking maybe they bumped something that is preventing the car from starting and it needs a quick fix. Matt goes into the store, a few people come and look at it and say it could be a number of things. It's not the battery, though. They workers go next door and get a mechanic. He says it could be the belt, bent hoses, blah, blah, blah. By now we are furious. What in the crap has happened?
The mechanic says that he can look at it in the morning if we want, but I'm thinking the whole time that this is some conspiracy to get our money. Our car ran fine before.
We didn't really know what to do, we were just mad. We finally just left our key with the mechanic so he can look at it in the morning. Whatever.
We called Matt's sister Kelli to come give us a ride home. Kelli works in
Orem, so she was in town anyway. Kelli pulls up to Big-O. She rolls down her window and asks me what is going on. I give her a short version of the story while Matt is taking the key in. Matt comes out of the store, and we get in Kelli's car. Our poor broken car had to stay behind.
As we get into Kelli's car, she says, "What? My car just did something funny and all these lights turned on!" We look at the dash and all the check engine lights are on, the warning-something light is on, and a light that says
EPS. Oh dear. Kelli's car is running, so she puts it into drive and steps on the gas. We just coast. She floors it and we coast. Luckily she has breaks and we can stop. We are now 100 feet away from Big-O, and Kelli's car is broken.
None of us know what to do. We just laughed. It was frustrating, but oddly funny. Kelli can't take her car home--she'd have to drive on the freeway. So, after sitting in the car for a few minutes sorting our thoughts, we coast Kelli's car to the front of the mechanic who was supposedly going to look at our car. The mechanic has an after hours drop box, so Kelli leaves a note.
In the meantime, Matt calls Russell. Russell comes to pick all three of us up, but only after we warned him that he should not pull into the parking lot at Big-O. It's the black hole of car destruction.
As of this morning, we are taking our car to a different mechanic to have him fix it.
Twilight Zone? Yes, friend, Twilight Zone.
Standing in the front door, in the smaller living room, looking into the great room.
Coming from the living room into the great room.
The kitchen. I'm facing the ugly teal living room now.
The great room. The bedrooms are in the hall through that archway. The bright bedroom you see on the left is the room I started filming in.
Cute, right? This one even has a pool that was in really good shape. The 
