Car won't start, and won't take a jump.
School bus had a substitute driver and went right past us this morning. Luckily, she saw me chasing her down the road and stopped so I could get Sweet Daughter on board. Apparently our house isn't on the pick-up sheet.
Called my mechanic and they're sending a tow truck out for me, and only about an hour after the original call. Things are looking up. Unless, of course, this is supposed to lull me into a false sense of security before the next round hits.
Good news: The car was en route to the garage an hour after I called for a tow.
Bad news: It was the battery.
Good news: It was still under warranty.
Bad news: It needed new brakes in front.
Good news: We caught it before it got down to the rotors.
Bad news: The dome light still didn't stay fixed.
Good news: The substitute bus driver remembered to bring Sweet Daughter home.
All in all, this was just an (expensive) inconvenience. I wasn't trying to get out of town early for the long weekend. I wasn't stranded with Sweet Daughter 30 miles away in town. All in all it could have been much worse.