Let’s say your car battery dies at a gas station three blocks away from your mother’s house at 6:30pm on Christmas Eve. And by dead I mean…really dead. Like, so dead that even two sets of jumper cables, your mom’s best friend’s husband who is a car mechanic, and a partridge in a pear tree can’t save it.
Oy. Really, really oy.
And then, after about an hour of jumper cable jiggling and attempts at engine revving, you finally do get the car started again but are given strict instructions not to shut the thing off under any circumstances unless you want to be stranded where only Triple AAA and a tow truck can save you.
Which is to say…you are most definitely not piling your mom, brother and sister into the car and driving out to Long Island to be with extended family as per your original plans. Unless you want to be stuck there until New Year’s. And, well. You have to go to work on Wednesday. So that’s a no-go.











