The fools drivin’ his HOooooonda 2000…
So anyway, today was interesting.
Mom calls me up at 5:15PM and is like “my car is dead, help?”
She happened to be at this mall called the Galleria (no way! ANOTHER galleria?) where about 3 months ago some Level 3 sex offender raped and murdered this woman.
So I’m freakin’ out, I leave work early, catch the train, then bus back home, get my tools and jumper cables and hop in the S2000.
Go pick give her a jump, battery to battery to test to see if the battery can still hold a charge. Nothing.
Battery to chassis, works no problem. So we get the car home on the alt.
Go eat dinner. Come back, try to start, dead.
So I take the old battery out and rush to sears.
By the time I get there, it’s 8:55PM. Sears closes at 9, but the auto center closes at 8:30PM.
I walk in, the guy is like “sorry we are closed.”
I’m like “all i need is a battery!!!”
“Sorry man, the register is closed.”
So I walk back out, defeated.
He runs out, and says “Wait, you drive that stook? I can’t let a fellow stook owner down!”
He points at his 2001 spa yellow. He then goes into the back and rings the battery up at a different register. UGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
Then he curses me out because I have a 2002 with a glass window.
Then we shoot the shit and I go home.
Holla at the Hoooonda bois lookin’ out for each other lol.