I didn't buy WonTon at Costco. They had regular-sized WonTon
only with shrimp. The only chicken WonTon was "miniature" size.
I didn't particularly want to get the miniature size, and I also was
having second thoughts about buying yet another high-carb thing
that might be hanging around for months until I finished it.
At Foodsco, my tail lights stayed on after I stopped the car,
which I didn't realize until a guy passing by told me. The same
thing went on at Costco. I looked up a mechanic on Yelp and
picked one who got a lot of rave reviews, and I'll be taking the car
in there today, after I pick up the part at Autozone since it's
doubtful the mechanic would have it on hand. The little pieces of
broken plastic I noted on the floorboard fit right in with the
mention of them in the video below, so I'm pretty sure that's the
problem. There's no way I want to try contorting my 71 year old
bod into the positions I'd have to get into to replace the part
though, even if I could do it at all which is questionable at best.
If my son were here, he could do it because he's great with cars,
which I sure am not. Last night I had to disconnect the batter to
prevent it from draining overnight, which for me was a project
in itself. Despite my son's insistence that of course I could do it,
I couldn't make any headway. Brian, a local guy I know, who's
at least twice as much a "real man" as myself, stopped by and
he was having trouble too, even after going into his house to
get some goop to put on the screw. since it was so rusted.
Luckily though he spotted another neighbor and called out to
him, which neighbor is even more of a "real man": he's even
heterosexual. He got it loose, so my battery won't have been
drained overnight. Now I have to reconnect the battery to get
started this morning, but I hope I can at least do that much.
My son of course insisted on the phone that of course I can
disconnect and reconnect the battery myself, despite his
familiarity with my gross incompetence about all things
practical.
Here's the video. I wasn't even aware that such a
problem was within the realm of possibility until it actually
happened, and it's very doubtful the mechanic would have
on hand the little plastic thingie that's needed to get the
breaklights working properly again, which is why I'm going
to stop in at Autozone myself to (hopefully) pick it up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vFq_aydwUs
The only thing more of a pain in the butt than
owning a car is NOT owning a car.