Today, TWOsday means roadside assistance TWICE. First, Geico sent a guy to jump my car and get it started. When the faltering power felt odd to me, I asked him to follow me to my auto repair shop, which he agreed to do. I got out of the parking lot and halfway into the street, when my car gave up completely. The young man re-attached his cables and box so I could back into our parking lot (out of the street) and wait ― again ― for rescue. The second time, they sent this tow truck.
I had to pull myself up into the very high cab, using two handles inside the cab. I did it! Even though I'm 77 and the first step was a couple of feet off the ground and the second (and last) step another couple of feet up. I managed to climb into that tow truck. Now my car is at the shop, waiting "her" turn for the repairmen to get around to looking for her problem. It wasn't simply the battery, but the fellow who jumped me off said it could be the alternator. We shall see. I just hope it doesn't cost me an arm and a leg.
What? Of course, it's a "she." My car's name is Emma Sue Baru. Yes, try saying it out loud a time or "TWO."