So my wonderful room mate, whom I literally can't live without, was planning to treat me to a meal at Chipotle, for driving him to the eye doctor. We get to the car, with burrito on the brain, and what sound meets our ears as I turn the key. The delightful silence that comes from a battery whose soul has gone to god. Now I knew the battery was dying, so this event was no surprise. A trip planned to the battery warehouse for Friday, was now moved to ... right now. As luck would have it there was just enough juice left in the battery to run the fuel injectors. We labored to push the car up a mild inclne, backwards out of my parking space. And with a quick pop of the clutch {always buy a stick shift for just such an event}, the care roars to life. Ok its a four cylinder so roar is a bit of a lie. But none the less, we are rolling in the joys of internal combustion. Straight off to the warehouse for a new power cell. $99.99, whee. My friend adds to his long, and impressive list of kind deeds, and covers the cost of the battery, to be paid in full Friday, when my money ship docks at the bank. Our meal at Chipotle was amazing. My day off almost wasted. The end.