So I had my third oh-shit-i’m-screwed car problem tonight. First one was in Angeles, radiator pipe cracked, engine couldn’t take the heat. Second one was after having my aircon “fixed” at a so-so aircon shop in Katipunan (forgot the establishment’s name but I know where your fucking shop is). Radiator got busted and had to buy a new one at Honda. Well the third one was more surreal than screwed, engine died as we cruised along C5. Tried to restart, wouldn’t. Went out and went through the motions of trying to fix the problem when in fact had no idea what it was in the first place.

Someone on the other side of the road had motor problems too so I called the guys over. Looked like mechanics to me and one sounded like he knew what he was saying. I insisted it wasn’t that I didn’t have gas, the gauge told me so so he thought it must have been a busted fuse. They tried and tried and failed and left. So after 45 minutes of fucking “Marc work” Sharm thinks out loud, “baka you’re out of gas“. So I go, “what the hell I’ve tried everything“. Did I forget to tell you the car stopped at a gasoline station? I should have picked that divine clue up. Galing talaga girl intuition :)

So I buy a liter, loaded it, turned the ignition and lo and behold the car starts.

Bastard.