You reminded me of the time BJs truck was dead. He had anxiety attacks, under all that bubbly personality, LOL. A dead truck sent him over the edge. He was having a meltdown panic. I calmly told him the batteries were probably dead. He was in a dither, wanted to call a wrecker and have it towed in. No, I told him that WE would take them out, go to town, buy new ones and put them in. Meltdown was immediately over, bright over the top personality was back. How do we take them out?




We came back with new batteries and was taking them out of the car when a neighbor came over. He took over that operation, I got out of the way and let the guys do it. BJ never touched a wrench, but was so proud of himself for putting in new batteries.
He sold cars for 20 years and didn’t know that diesel trucks had an electric plug. I told him to have the mechanics at the Kawasaki shop he worked at to fish out the plug because cold weather was coming and the truck might be hard to start.
What plug?





We argued about the stupid plug and I finally convinced him to ask the mechanics. He came home, plug was hanging out of the grill and had to admit I was right.