Yesterday, I was at T@rget, alone. I came out, it was very lightly raining. And my car wouldn't start. At this point, my car is not new. However, my car has always not liked rain. Ever. We really don't think it is the model, as Jet, my sister, and my brother all own the same model. And it is only mine that does not like the rain. If I have a problem with it, there is at least an 80% chance, it is raining. I try calling home, no answer. As I'm alone, I decide to walk (about a mile and a half). It wasn't really cold. And it was a light rain.
Jet and I come back to retrieve my car. Through his powers of deduction, he decides it is my starter. He also says, if he is correct, that if he just pulls me, I can pop the clutch and the car will start. I had heard my dad talk of how you can start a car like this. Never had done it. Jet starts pulling me (while I'm in reverse because I pulled into the parking spot) around the corner behind the building. And it worked. Easily. I think to myself, cool. Not only did I pop the clutch and get my car going, I did it on the first attempt ever, in reverse (something Jet had never done, although he has popped clutches before to start cars), going around a corner. And I think "Dad would be proud." Even at 33, this means something. And I know he would be.
