Dirty escort

So drama-drama with the escort today. Put the key in the ignition, it turned over for a split second... and then nothing. FUCK. Cabbed it to work (15 minutes late) I don't have CAA so I called D-A-D. He took the battery to Canadian Tire, and they tested it. Since the battery was fine (we did learn today that the battery is a 2006) Daddy-O took it home. He noticed the terminals were a little corroded, so he cleaned 'em, replaced the battery, and now it's running again. So YAY! my dead car was fixed, without costing me a penny. But I can't help but feel that I have more problems on the horizon. (I mean, really? The problem was a little dirt?) Ya, it's a 1991 Ford Escort. I bought it last summer from a little old lady... there's still only 132,000 km on it. It was in perfect condition, all it needed was new tires. Other than that, the car hasn't cost me a cent. (Unlike my truck, which cost $2,500 worth of repairs just to make it road-worthy when I first bought it... not to mention all the other shit that went kaput during our tumultuous tenure together.) And sometimes I worry I won't have anything to blog about! I'll leave you with this.