Ziva, o Ziva. Her electrical system went snake when I touched the alarm fob when it started beeping (due to low battery) yesterday. I removed the battery and didn’t think any more of it, but then all hell broke loose after I got it back from the shop – weird weird stuff! I managed to get it to the shop, and the brake light and running lights were going on and off, and a horrific relay noise was coming from the dash, and the blue lights radiating from the alarm are triggering a migraine, and I’m scared out of my mind that she’s been possessed by Satan.
The brake light is an easy fix; the aftermarket alarm is getting yanked out today (I am morally opposed to car alarm systems and should have had it yanked from the outset) and Ziva continues to be a very, very temperamental hunk of purple ironmongery. And somewhere, Loki is laughing. Grr Grr Grr!
Nope, not laughing. Made me think of how people get suckered by surface appearance and don’t consider what lies beneath. Anyway, I now understand why ford stands for fix or repair daily. The cars they make are inhabited by demons.