My car is haunted
No, really.
Actually, come to think of it, this is the second possessed car that I have owned. The first, an Oldsmobile station wagon, had the unnerving habit of displaying anything from 36:74 to 14:29 on the clock and then slowly counting backwards.
This kind of benign creepiness generally inhabits most of the objects that I own, but yesterday was just a little bit more scary.
See, I can't turn my car off.
I drove home, put the car in park, turned it off, removed the key, got out, and locked the door. As I was walking away, I hear my Boy:
"Why is the car still running?"
me: "That's impossible, it has to be the... [here I put my head down on the hood and listen]... but I turned it off?"
"Well, it's still running."
Creeped out, we open the hood to find the radiator fan still merrily twirling.
I check the inside of the car. It's all off. Turn it on again, turn it off again, still running. I go inside and call my dad who indicates that yes, it is really strange that I car would keep running after it's been turned off, and he has no idea what has caused this strange malfunction.
I told him that if the headlights start flashing in Morse code it's going into the lake.
My father, the pragmatist, suggested that even a possessed car with only 80,000 miles on it has a long way to go before it can be junked.
So now it needs a name.
Any suggestions?
Actually, come to think of it, this is the second possessed car that I have owned. The first, an Oldsmobile station wagon, had the unnerving habit of displaying anything from 36:74 to 14:29 on the clock and then slowly counting backwards.
This kind of benign creepiness generally inhabits most of the objects that I own, but yesterday was just a little bit more scary.
See, I can't turn my car off.
I drove home, put the car in park, turned it off, removed the key, got out, and locked the door. As I was walking away, I hear my Boy:
"Why is the car still running?"
me: "That's impossible, it has to be the... [here I put my head down on the hood and listen]... but I turned it off?"
"Well, it's still running."
Creeped out, we open the hood to find the radiator fan still merrily twirling.
I check the inside of the car. It's all off. Turn it on again, turn it off again, still running. I go inside and call my dad who indicates that yes, it is really strange that I car would keep running after it's been turned off, and he has no idea what has caused this strange malfunction.
I told him that if the headlights start flashing in Morse code it's going into the lake.
My father, the pragmatist, suggested that even a possessed car with only 80,000 miles on it has a long way to go before it can be junked.
So now it needs a name.
Any suggestions?
