Spring Breakdown

Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with English, besides the fact that it is written in English. It also has nothing to do with technology, unless you count the technology of auto mechanics.

The following is a story about luck. Whether I'm very fortunate or comepletely cursed is for you to decide.

Last Friday, my boyfriend and I were lucky enough to have tickets to a production of "Cabaret" in Grand Haven, about twenty minutes away from where I live. Unfortunately, there was a major snowstorm that night. We decided to go anyway and, fortunately, when we got there, the ticket booth operator offered us better seats because many people had cancelled their tickets.

After the show was over we got into my car to head home, but unfortunately, my car wouldn't start because the battery was dead. Luckily, most of the actors were still inside but, unluckily, none of them had jumper cables. Luckily, I had my cell phone. So, like any other independent adults, we called Andrew's mother to come give me a jump. Unfortunately, after forty-five minutes with my car hooked up to hers, we reluctantly accepted the fact that my battery was dead as a doornail, never to return. We headed home.

**The next day**

After buying a new battery, we tried the car again and, unfortunately, it still wouldn't start. Luckily, my car had broken down right next door to Grand Haven Automotive Advantage. Unluckily, it was Saturday and they were closed. I left my key in their box and considered myself lucky that at least I didn't have to pay a towing bill.

**Six Days and Several Phone Calls Later**

Luckily, the mechanics were able to finish my car on Friday. I went to the garage to pay the bill and finally have my car back afer an entire week of bumming rides from friends and family. Unfortunately, when I tried to pay the bill, my debit card was declined because it has a daily limit of $1000 and the bill was...
THIRTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS.
Needless to say, that's unfortunate.

Luckily, they were able to take my mom's credit card over the phone (there's that independence again). Heaving a sigh of relief, I waited for my keys to be handed over to me. Unfortunately, they gave my keys to someone else!! Fortunately, they were given to someone who worked at the garage, the mechanic was able to call him and arrange the switch, and my car was dropped off at my house the next day.


So, after eight days and THIRTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS, my car's back. How was everyone else's break?