It all started on Friday, when I took my car into Jiffy Lube to be serviced. Since I was leaving for Houston on Saturday, I decided that an oil change was in store before the long trip.
Jiffy Lube changed my oil, and also did a fuel system cleaning. It took much longer than they promised. I drove downtown to find parking to meet the troupe before our Christmas show, and the oil light came on. GRRR.
In the morning I drove straight to Jiffy Lube and had them fix whatever it was they had done. They said that they'd broken a gasket or something when changing the oil. They fixed the problem and I was on my way to Houston.
90 miles to Houston and my car starts sputtering. loudly. I pull off to a gas station and look for leaks or anything, but find nothing. So I keep going. The service engine light comes on and the sputtering stops. Fine. I keep driving. White smoke occasionally billows out of the tail pipe and I have trouble getting the car above 70. Yikes.
Eventually the smoke gets worse and I pull off, just north of Houston. I actually find a BMW dealership off the feeder, and count my blessings. BMW owns the Mini brand. Unfortunately, this BMW dealership doesn't service Minis, and the one that does is closed. More out of shock than anything, I start her up and leave again. The smoke is much much worse, so I pull off at a hotel.
It's at this point that I look in the manual and find that my car still has Mini Roadside Emergency Assistance under a 4 year warranty. Woo. So I call that and they promise to send out a tow truck and tow me to the nearest Mini repair shop.
The tow tuck guy has to be at least 80 years old, and is mostly incoherent. I try to drive the car up the ramp, but by this point it's stalling out and doesn't have enough power to make it. I give up, and the guy tells me to back off the ramp.
The front bumper snags on a metal towing hook that's on the ramp, and gets pulled off. MY BUMPER GETS PULLED OFF.
Okay, so it's kind of my fault. but not really. I mean I'm just some clueless jackass. This is this guy's job. Well, we'll see what my insurance company says. I just hope I don't have to talk to that guy again. I can't understand a damn thing he says.
I play it cool and get towed to a Mini Dealership, probably the same BMW place the original dealership told me about. There are people about, and I drop my key off, but the place doesn't even open again until 9AM Tuesday. Roger, my brother, picks me up and takes me to my Mom's.
Jiffy Lube screwed up my engine.
Some tow truck guy pulled my front bumper off.
And I can't even think about going home until Tuesday.
I'm sure it will work out one way or the other. But my original plan was to go back home Christmas night and spend time with Kaci and her family.
I'm missing her hardcore right now. I mean, I knew I would, but if I could just see her, I'd feel a lot better about this whole thing.
At least I have the uke she bought me. I practiced playing "The last unicorn" earlier. It's in A minor.