Damn trunk light keeps burning out on the Witchmobile. {or, boot light, I think, for you English folk.}
I mean, brand new car, last year I bought it with car loans with bad credit no money down. Every time I take it in for an oil change, I say, “And can you fix the trunk light please?”
Every time, they do. Then, a few weeks later, usually after I’ve stuffed the trunk full (which, well, isn’t at all hard to do, since it’s roughly the size of an overhead bin on one of those tiny regional airplanes they fly between here and Portland), the damn thing burns out again.
It’s got to be a wiring problem, right? But this is stupid. This should not be.
Today, I take the car in for an oil change. “And can you fix the trunk light, please, like you did four months ago?” “Sure,” they say.
So they call me and tell me the car is ready. “And your trunk light is fixed. See, there’s a switch…”
Yep. My trunk light has a switch, and when I stuffed the trunk full of stuff….
Okay. I’m done now. Good night. 🙂