The van's battery died on Sunday. Eric flagged down a guy in the parking lot and asked for a jump.
When the guy popped his hood, there was a big ol' Ziploc of weed on his battery. "Oops," the guy said sheepishly, "you weren't supposed to see that."
Since it was a new battery, we worried that the alternator was on the fritz. We spent three hours at the Honda dealership yesterday. Fortunately it was just a dead battery. I mean, it's irritating that the battery was a dud, but at least it we didn't need a $1000 alternator replacement.
The boys and I spent the next three hours getting the van detailed. Now we have the impossible task of keeping the vehicle spotless until we sell it. Ha!
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