cue the cursing and wailing

The scene two weeks ago:

Nice Mechanic Man: Your ignition lead is frayed, but it still works, so it should be okay.
Me: Oh, okay. (Because, really, what do I know from cars?)

Cut to: This morning.

Our hero (that's me) goes to start his lovely silver Daewoo Lanos so he can go to the supermarket solo (due to regularly scheduled haircuttage on Ma's part).

Turn key.

*wrrrrrr wrrrrrr wrrrrrr* (that's the sound of the engine NOT roaring to life)

And, nothing.

GRRRRRRRRR! So now it's all calls to the NMM and waiting for the RAA (for up to an hour)... and there goes my morning.

ARRGGGHHHHHHH! *grumble mumble grizzle*

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