Anyone wanna guess whose car died while driving, right in the middle of a busy street at quarter to 11 at night? Yeah. At least the rain had stopped by then. And there was an open spot at the curb about a 100 feet up. And it wasn't an incline or hill. And the Jeep is light enough for one little person to push *and* steer. And I have AAA.

Bleargh. Could I catch a break? Please?

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