How not to go to the movies:

On the way to the movies, the truck acts odd with the shifting- popping into gear when it's not supposed to shift. Go to the Dollar Tree for candy. Get back in truck. Try to start it and it makes weird clicking noises. We argue about how to fix the transmission, but agree that it really won't matter if we go see the movie or not. We watch Hancock. I think it's okay, he says it was better than he thought it would be. We go buy some transmission fluid at Wally World. Go back to truck. The transmission appears full. Check the oil- it appears to be empty. Okay... let's argue some more about what the heck is wrong. Try to start it again. He decides it's the battery. Maybe. So... we call AAA (because shit like this pays for membership and makes it worthwhile). He calls Kirby (our semi-son) to meet us at the Garage. AAA swears the tow truck will arrive in half an hour. An hour later it's fucking pouring. (I would not use that language if it was a cooling shower, which it started as). No tow truck. The only pay phones are of course at the movie theater, and we're dead in front of Dicks. It's a sporting goods store. You can look it up when you get home. But it's not a short walk. He calls Kirby and says we're running late still waiting for the truck. Then it's my turn to go back to the movie theater while he waits by the truck. I call AAA. They put me on hold for several minutes. Finally I get told, "Um, there's a guy right by your truck right now, Miss." Dammit. Hang up the phone and run through the pouring rain, quite a distance, just so I can fork over my AAA card. But it is apparently some how battery related because a simple jump has the truck running. I drive over to the movie theater (DO NOT TURN OFF THE CAR AT THIS POINT!), and wait for Jazz to go call Kirby again. Kirby is there and will meet us at the garage. Jazz writes a nice long note while I drive over to the garage. We drop keys and note in the slot, and off we go with Kirby - and thankfully, no car accidents on the way home.

No clue how much this is going to cost me. Not happy.  ¶ 5:11 PM