You've Gotta Ask

Saturday night/Sunday morning  in the grocery store parking lot, a package of Van de Kamps doughnuts as my date seated in the passenger seat beside me. Start the car, no wait, she won't start. What the...? Do I panic? No. I eat a doughnut. And then another one. Hmmm. All of the electrical stuff seems to work that I'm trying and still the car won't start. Well, I know that it can't be the battery. I mean, I just bought that thing new a little while ago. Well, I'm not going anywhere, better pull out my cellphone... no wait... it is a holiday weekend and I didn't bring my cellphone with me because, "Who is going to call me on a Saturday night and who do I have to call on a Saturday night?" Well now I have to call AAA. Luckily the grocery store manager allows me to use his phone and the truck is on the way. 

As I wait for the tow truck I figure I blew an ignition fuse. I check the fuse box under the dashboard and under the hood where the engine lives. No burned out fuses. The AAA guy shows up and he says we should try jumping the battery. I figure that this will do no good since it can't be the battery, I just bought it!

The jump works, the car starts. Skip, skip, skip.

It is now two days later and I'm at the dealer having the electrical system checked. "You need a new battery and with inspection and everything that'll be $122".  I'm thinking okay, that's a lot of money but I GOTTA ASK. "Can you tell me the last time I bought a battery here?" My service advisor clicks through about 12 screens and sees that my battery is still under warranty and he tells me, "...there'll be no charge." 

Huh, glad I  *!!&%#$ Asked!