The Saga Continues

Thank god for good samaritans. As I pulled into the school parking lot yesterday, a fellow driver started beeping wildly behind me. He then pulled along side my car and as I rolled down my window to see just what the problem was, he shouted, "You have no brake lights!"

Oh no. That's not good. How long have I been driving without them? Usually a light appears on the dash when something malfunctions or goes out, but there was nothing. This leads me to believe that the wire gnomes have been wreaking havoc on my car's electrical system. Hopefully it's a quick (and cheap) fix. Stupid car.

Thanks to my buddy SS who helped me check just what lights are missing. I appreciate your help and sorry for the expletives I shouted upon confirming that there really are, well, no working brake lights at all on my poor little Camry.

My March Madness: Playing round two of "How is Cindy gonna get to work and school?" Today I've borrowed my pops' car. This weekend I'll go carless, which in So Cal means I'm transportationally paralyzed. If the problem isn't a quick fix, it's either a rental or ask Mark's 'rents for a ride. Guess I'll flip a coin.