Hi, How Was Your Day?

Sara KasimI woke up on Monday morning, got ready for work, and sat in the car waiting for the motor gate to open.

I inserted the key and pressed the immobiliser button on the FOB and . . .nothing worked.

F*kk*l! And then it worked, and then it didn ‘t work. But it worked again, and not again. I will tell you the story, but I want to know how your day was.

So, I got ready for work and walked whistling to the car in the garage. I placed my laptop in the back, and my cellphone on the passenger seat, sat down in the driver seat, inserted the key, and pressed the immobiliser button on the key FOB.

The centre console would always be lit up, and then you crank it, wait a minute for the engine to warm up, and drive off. This is normal, right?

But I got f*kk*l that morning. I then got out of the car, closed the door, opened it again, and repeated the process, thinking I missed something. Nduu Nyee! F*kk*l.

So I sighed and kept pressing the button randomly, and after about 17 times, it jerked to life. I simply put it in gear and drove off to work.

This happened to me four times on Monday, and once I got it started again around 15h00, I decided to head straight to the stealership. Dealership, stealership . . . same thing.

They called the workshop foreman since I am a loyal customer, and I explained the situation. The mechanic then ordered me to switch the car off and on again so that we could replicate the problem.

I switched it off and repeated what I did in the morning, and this time, the centre console lit up like a Christmas tree, and the car started like a new machine.

I did this three times, and there was suddenly no problem. F*kk*l!

That’s when I looked at him and he looked back at me like a child caught stealing sugar but still denying it.

I shrugged and said it as if I meant it: “I swear it was not working!”

“I understand, these things happen. Maybe it was just a blip in the system,” the mechanic said.

“What system? Etse!” I replied angrily and felt like he thought I was just looking for attention.

So I just waved goodbye and sped off to work, as it was already time to knock off. I came out of the office, entered the car, pressed the button, and . . . F*kk*l! F*kk*l!

The car wouldn ‘t start, and it was exactly 17h00.

I am not able to mention all the vulgar and disgusting words I then recited, as this is a family-friendly paper.

Long story short, I took my laptop bag and took a taxi home for the first time in six years.

I knew at that point that nothing should have so much power over me.

F*kk*l!

How was your day?

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