I have recently been having troubles with my little car. The battery has been piking out on me on a fairly regular basis (sometimes thanks to the Door-Leaving-Open Fairy, but sometimes for no good reason). Luckily, our mechanic is just across the road, and always happy to send the apprentice over with the jump-start thingy, so it doesn’t slow me down too much.
The car is only 5 years old, and we replaced the battery a couple of years ago, so when the other day it tried its little heart out to no avail, only a week after it’s last recharge, I thought the worst: alternator. Optimistically, I chose to wait a few days before running across to get the lads to look at it for me. I’ve tried it every day for the last three days, with no better luck. So this morning I bit the bullet, and just a few minutes ago, the charming young lad came over.
Apprentice: So it’s not starting at all?
Me: It’s trying, but nothing happens. [Puts key in ignition: car starts first go] Oh, you cheating little scumbag!
Apprentice: [Laughs, reaches in ands turns car off, then on again. It starts again, and the next three times.] Well, it seems to be working now. [Picks up his gear and heads back to the workshop, leaving our stalwart heroine shaking her fist impotently at the sky and cursing Murphy for the perfidious trickster that he is]