I've probably told the story before, but this was fucking crazy.
I had an essay to deliver for a class. I had to have it in that day, or I'd be totally boned. I had it finished, just needed to print, and I'm driving to school in a good mood. This will be awesome.
Two miles from the campus, my car dies mid-stroke and rolls to a halt. No noise, no smoke, no problems, just one second running then next second not. Panicking, I open the hood and get to work.
An hour passes. My dad walks me through what he thinks might be the problem, the ignition system, before resolving to pack his tools and come help in person, ETA: two hours. Some old dude who reminds me of myself in thirty years pulls over to help me out. He's a mechanic and electrician, and he's completely baffled. He gives me a ride to the school when we finally give up. I print out the paper plus an excuse letter, and happen to run into the professor who takes it on full faith.
My dad gets there. We spend six hours working on the car, replacing the ignition coil, firing computer, and distributor rotor. Nothing gets more than a one round of firing. We finally concede for the night. We come back the next day and eight hours later its the same story. We get a towtruck to take it back to my place. We work on it in the driveway for an afternoon, still nothing. We haul it up to his house and he works on it for two days, still nothing. Finally, we give up, and take it to a professional. Three days later, that guy gets it working, by replacing the entire ignition system in one go, after we had replaced every part of it, one at a time; apparently, any one part of it was so fucked up, that it instantly fucked up any other part attached to it.
We asked him what in God's name could have happened. He said he was completely stumped, but if he had to guess, he'd say it was struck by lightning.
Passing a course depended on getting to that one class that day on time, and my car was struck by an invisible bolt of lightning from a clear blue sky. And then everything works out fine in the end after I shell out a couple hundred dollars. The universe finds some creative ways to fuck with me - it's never totally disastrous, just mind-bogglingly irritating.
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