Well, it never seems to end. If I didn't know better, I could let myself fall into the victim mentality that we are cursed somehow because it's one thing after another. But I keep telling myself it's only car crap and it could be worse.
While hubby isn't even half-way done fixing out son's car, and our son has been borrowing our new Impala for the past two months, he phoned Jon today at work to inform him that the power steering went out. This is the first time we have ever had the power steering go out on a new or newer car so it was kind of a surprise and not a very convenient time for this to happen (what time is, though?)
Our son took the train and a bus to work today...and had to do a lot of walking besides, but to go home in his area of Chicago at night on foot is not a good idea. So Jon just left to drive nearly two hours to go up to the northern suburbs where our son works to pick him up, take him back to his apartment where the car is and look at the car...all in the dark. Then if he can see what is wrong with it, tomorrow order the part in the morning and go back later in the day or on Sunday to repair it.
I feel sorry for him. He never gets a minute to relax.