At some time while I was sitting in the Saturn dealer this morning, waiting for their shuttle to give me a ride home, my watch stopped. (Well, it wasnít exactly ďsomeĒ time, because it was exactly 10:20 am. All day.) I didnít notice until much later, but I sort of took it as a bad omen. Here I am trying to get my car working right, and now my watch doesnít work. I didnít like the confluence of events.
As I did the last time I had the car in, I explained in great detail the problems I have with the locking system. Sometimes I get locked in. Sometimes I get locked out. Sometimes it doesnít lock when I put it in gear. And sometimes after Iíve locked it and come back to it, it refuses to start.
I donít know if all this made sense to the young woman at the desk, but she wrote it all down, every permutation of the problem I could think of. When she called to tell me the car was ready, she said they think there was a short in the locking system that was causing all the problems. They ran it on the computer, and there was no ignition problem, so they donít know what else it could be.
So they replaced the front door lock, and she told me to start locking my car again, when I leave it. Yeah, I know. Itís been six months since I started not locking the car at the supermarket and the mall. Worse, during that time Iíve bailed out of many car trips because I didnít want to have to leave it unlocked in unfamiliar (or too familiar) places. Iíve been tethered a little too close to home by this situation (which they also ďthoughtĒ theyíd fixed the last time).