Weird stuff seems to happen when we’re pushed for time.

Monday, August 18, I got up on the run. Left the house at 7:45 and didn’t return until 3:30. Well, except to trade vehicles, which I’ll go into in a few minutes.

Bear with me.

I arrived at Nissan’s dealership around 8:15. Traffic had backed up for a couple of miles, but miraculously moved quickly. By 9:30, my car’s oil and filter was changed and tires rotated. I had a coupon and August, 18 was the expiration date. I didn’t want to miss the great discount.

So far so good.

After a twenty mile drive toward home to have the car inspected, I was almost done with the day. The wait for the inspection was about fifteen minutes, but in the heat felt longer. Finally the attendant completed the inspection and once again I’m back on the road.


Time to return home, drive the truck in for the same work as the car, then tags could be purchased and I’d be finished with that boring chore.

Oops! I’d forgotten my laptop battery needed replacing, and had brought it with me. I had called a dealer a few days prior to order, but the employee said I should come in because he couldn’t get their computer system to work. Really? Okay. I really didn’t have the time, but I could do that.

So…I turned around and drove fifteen miles to the dealer to order the much needed battery. Once there, I was told the order would not be shipped until around the 28th of the month. Not wanting to wait that long, I remembered another outlet that was quick and usually had all batteries in stock.

My computer is four years old, so they didn’t have the battery in stock. The lady who waited on me was extremely helpful and had the battery on order in a matter of minutes. The battery would arrive UPS next day air with only a $2.00 shipping fee. I found that amazing and completely delighted to say the least.

The day’s events began to take on a positive note. Yay!

Now back to the house to drop off the car and pick up the truck for oil change, tire rotation and inspection.

Things happen. Things go wrong. Such is life and its many lessons. So goes my lesson in jumping the gun.

After an attendant’s promise to get me out of the dealership within an hour, an hour and forty-five minutes later, the truck’s oil change and tire rotation was complete.

My nerves were beginning to wear thin. It was now twelve-thirty. I still had  a thirty minute drive for the truck’s inspection, visit Mom at the nursing home for a couple of hours, go by the grocery and prepare dinner and go to a funeral home for visitaion.

Such is life.

Two miles from the inspection center, I heard this loud hummmmm. I glanced over at the  truck beside me and thought the sound came from it. After braking a few times in the traffic, I realized the sound came from my truck. By the time I’d arrived at the inspection center, the sound had stopped. Strange, I thought. Thankfully there was only one car in front of me, so the inspection was a speedy one. Relief.

I shot through the grocery store in record time. That chore done, I was on the way home. The day was harried, but now I could relax knowing the rest of the day was manageable.




I pulled into the driveway and opened the truck door. This putrid smell hit me right in the face. I popped the hood to see if during the oil change, there was oil that could have spilled onto something and caused the horrible, strong, rubber-burning scent. My first thought of blaming someone else. I didn’t have time to check under the hood. White smoke poured from under the truck, near the left rear tire. I jumped as though I’d been shot. My first thought was the truck was going to catch fire.

My heart pounded.

The car was a few feet away, then the house. My imagination worked overtime. In my mind’s eye, I saw a huge explosion, taking everything including the house.

The smoke dissipated. Whew.

But no. The smoke started back up with a vengeance.

After having had work done on a number of vehicles before, we’ve had strange items left under the hood. So, there I go again, thinking something could have been left under the car that caused the problem. In a matter of five minutes the smoke finally ended.

My first thought was something had indeed been handled wrong at the dealership. So, with the day’s previous events, I called hubby and we decided not to chance a long drive back to the dealer, but to take the truck to a shop a mile from the house.

With a funeral to attend at 1:00 the next day, I didn’t have time for this nonsense. But, my neighbor was gracious enough to follow me to the shop and bring me back home.

Who knew? The calipers had stuck and caused the brakes to lock up. Both back rear brakes needed replacement. New calipers, rotors, pads and few hundred dollars later, the truck was now back to normal and I wasn’t afraid to drive it again.


I’m not so sure I’m back to normal though. My thought to blame someone else for nothing that had to do with the work they’d done, left a stain on my heart.

I will examine all measures before jumping the gun from now on.

I’m sure these incidents may, at some point, find their way into a book someday. My mind works overtime on plots also.


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About Carol

Carol’s roots are sown in the South. Her writings are Southern, small town based and include romantic comedies, contemporary romance, and romantic suspense. She believes in falling in love, family values, and happy endings. When time allows, she dabbles in art, and always has popcorn, pickles, and hot chocolate on hand. While a dose of humor sprinkles throughout her stories, they may or not, be based on real life characters. Some are convinced they are, but only she knows for certain, and she won’t gossip. Carol currently resides in Georgia with her husband and family. A multi-published eBook author since 2011, Carol's won numerous awards, and previously published in poetry, short stories and novels. Novels available in ebook: (A Short Story) A MATTER of TASTE, PERFECT MATCH, A SMOKY MOUNTAIN CHRISTMAS (also available in print), CHRISTMAS at the GRANGER INN, CHRISTMAS at APPLE LAKE, THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING. Coming December 2019: A Smoky Mountain Christmas Wedding Coming December 2020: A Smoky Mountain Christmas Baby Where to find Carol DeVaney online:
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  1. E. Ayers says:

    I’m surprised that your inspector didn’t spot the problem during the inspection. But if that had been me? I would have sat in the middle of the front yard and cried.

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    • Carol says:

      I mentioned the same thing to hubby about the inspector not finding anything. I wasn’t but maybe two miles from the inspection site when the problem started. The caliper had evidently stuck, but hadn’t had time to heat whatever it did. Anyway, I had no time to cry! There were too many errands and all else to do. Once those were done I could fall apart. 😦


  2. leighmorgan1 says:

    Carol, the desire to blame is universal when things go wrong. I tend to blame anyone but me first. Your insight into this is well taken;I will try not to blame anyone–including myself before I come up with a plan to fix whatever went wrong. Blame doesn’t help me, it just makes me feel bad. If it gives insight into helping it not happen again, I guess that’s useful :). It sure sounds like you’ve got lot’s of fodder for a story in your “Manic Monday”! Can’t wait to read about it through your character’s eyes :). Hope this coming Monday brings something more wonderful than the 18th was frustrating. Have a great Labor Day weekend.

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    • Carol says:

      I, too, felt bad that I’d wanted to blame the worker who rotated the tires or changed the oil. Not a good feeling. Yes, I believe the need to blame others is universal. There’s much food for thought. Have a great Labor Day weekend yourself!


  3. susanrhughes says:

    Reminds me of our summer vacation. We had a five-hour drive to Toronto. An hour from home, the van started smoking (brake problem). We spent the afternoon in a dealership waiting room trying to control three bored and impatient children! Finally got to Toronto late in the evening. I felt sick from all the stress, but that was the only major indicent on the trip. Could have been worse!

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    • Carol says:

      Susan, I’m so sorry you had brake problems too. I can imagine trying to entertain three children. With the brake problem, on vacation, you had every right to become ill. Glad the vacation turned out well 🙂


  4. Jill James says:

    Oh, Carol! What a day. I’ve had days like that. I’ve also had days where it is so bad in 2-3 hours that I just go back to bed and skip that day. 🙂

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  5. Joan Reeves says:

    Wow! What a day you had. The “things” in our lives can certainly create havoc–not to mention being expensive! Glad it didn’t catch fire and explode.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Carol says:

    The truck not catching on fire was a blessing!


  7. monarisk says:

    One of those days, Carol, where everything go wrong.

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