With my car only being two years old, I usually don't anticipate having car troubles like people with older cars would on a more regular basis. But oh, how foolish I am to have thought that way.
This weekend, we had a youth sing at my church, where hundreds of people come to sing and catch up with old friends. It is always a busy weekend filled with singing, singing, and more singing! Saturday started off just fine, I made it to church on time for practice, and met new people, caught up with old friends, and didn't have any concerns. That is, until my friend got into my car after church as we were going to head over to another friend's house to hang out. As soon as I got in the driver's seat, I hear from the backseat "Kenzie, why isn't your door closing?" Confused as to what my friend was talking about, I got out, came over to her side of the car, slammed the door, and watched it swing back open. Time after time again, all of my friends and I attempted to slam the door shut enough to get it to latch and stay shut. Nothing worked. Realizing that I couldn't drive anywhere without fear of my back door flying open on the freeway, I called my dad, hoping that I wouldn't have to be stuck in the church parking lot for too long. (By this time, it was 10:30 at night and everyone else had pretty much left.)
Luckily, my sister and a few guys were still at church, so with their quick thinking, they drove to Walmart, bought a ratchet strap and tied my two back doors together from the inside so I could at least drive to the dealership without fear of my one door flying open! Thankfully, they were able to fix my car today, but that was definitely NOT the way I anticipated spending my three day weekend!
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