Part 2: I ran into the house and informed my family of my unusual predicament. I was so embarrassed, but soon we were all laughing awkwardly...until the gravity of the situation set in - no one had the slightest idea what to do. My brother, Josh, came to the rescue, and was promptly outside in my car, phone flashlight on full-throttle, and tool bag in hand. He was confident he could simply remove the steering wheel, and shake the troublesome toonie out. That is, until we both remembered the air bag...located exactly where the toonie was lodged. Now I was angry. Why on earth had I been so stupid? I thought. Who even DOES THIS? I queried. No but seriously I thought, Who tries to get a toonie as close to being stuck as possible without actually getting it stuck? Theres something seriously wrong with me. I concluded. Alas, I could not continue worrying about my mental health when my car (and my reputation) were in jeopardy. It was then that I remembered the great, Mr. Fremmerlid - The Friendly Mechanic. I called him right away. He explained to me (after laughing and laughing...and laughing) how there is a fuse box located under the hood of the car, with a legend to show you which fuse is which. I was able to finally find the horn fuse head, and using the plastic tool in the box, I removed it carefully. I was so terrified of getting electrocuted or blowing up my car (the steady, logical reasoning of a blonde right?) that it took me about 15mins to make absolutely sure it was the correct one. I tried the horn, and to my great relief, there was total silence. I had removed Sherlocks ability to communicate, yes, but in turn I had saved my almost non-existent reputation. The end.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 03:55:46 +0000
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