The garage has had the car since late Monday afternoon. Every time they try it, it starts right away. So I tell them I am going to pick it up on Wednesday afternoon as no one can find anything wrong with it.
Dh takes me there and I go to start it and of course it won't start for me. So get the mechanic there and a service guy and to cut a long story short, left it at the bloody garage. Do I have the magic touch that makes my car not want to start? How many ways can you start a car? One as far as I know.
Meanwhile dh is having to take this afternoon off work to take me to Brampton for a hospital appointment, as even if we had got the car back he doesn't want me driving any distance in case the car breaks down. This is becoming very annoying.
I even suggested what Maa had said to them and reboot the bloody computer in the car. They have never seen this before. (SIGH)