Kablammo!

So a week after I spend all that time and vitriol complaining about an automatic-transmission van, a squirrel decided to gnaw through random wires that connected the battery to such inconsequential things as the ignition. Getting a car towed to the garage and having your mother give you a ride to school is, as it turns out, much more bothersome than having to drive a car you don’t like driving.

Which will teach me to be ungrateful, I suppose.