I need a lesbian friend

The “check engine” light came on in my car. I have no idea what it means, but it scares me. It’s there from the moment that I start the car. Laughing at me with its dangerous looking orange glow.

If I was still back in Kansas, I could just drop it off at the Jeep dealership and have a friend pick me up on the way to work. Here in Orlando those type of logistics are more complicated and require bigger favors.

I did notice that it came on after I put gas in my car. The Internets say that sometimes that light comes on due to an improperly closed gas cap. So when I parked at work this morning, I opened the gas cap and closed it again. That’s about the limit of my car-fixing skills. I will find out if it worked when I get back in my car after work.

If my car was paid off, now it would be a good time to figure out how to reset that light and sell it quickly.

UPDATE: Apparently the gas cap trick worked. Lesbians can now stop sending me myspace friends requests. Thank you!

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