Our teenage breakdown in Tesco (From Northwich Guardian)
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Our teenage breakdown in Tesco
8:50am Thursday 10th December 2009
MS Nomates and I went to Tesco to get a newspaper. Why does the Daily Mail only put the free DVDs in those sold in either WH Smith or Tesco? Ronnie Rover began to play up. We thought, maybe it was because he doesn’t like Tesco or maybe he doesn’t like going shopping on Sunday, which is somewhat understandable.
He is 16 years old now and I would have thought he would have grown out of it by now but no; he had to lose his temper and refuse to move from the Tesco car park when it was raining cats and dogs.
He wouldn’t budge. Why would he do such a thing? He comes from a good home.
He has lots of love and affection bestowed upon him and Ms Nomates has treated him as if he were her own. She has washed and dried him, hovered and polished him, oiled and watered him but most of all driven him gently and carefully.
He has not been the most economical car to run but we have stood by him refusing to trade him in for a younger model. Ms Nomates would rather trade me in than let Ronnie go.
And how does he repay us? By letting us down in front of everybody, in Tesco’s car park in the pouring rain. It’s not as if he was in the disabled bay, we might have understood, but for no apparent reason he refused to budge.
Luckily we are members of the RAC and even luckier our call was picked up by a local guardian angel called Dave, who came to our assistance in no time at all. I had to take my hat off to the man. He stood no nonsense from Ronnie but instead simply stuck a tow bar on him and pulled him home and tucked him up in his room.
Ronnie didn’t say a word.
Typical teenager. We thought we would just let him calm down and he would snap out of it and be his old self but no. ‘No lead free and water for you for a week’ I told him. My shame eats at me now. It turns out that he was poorly. Something, we know not what, had immobilized him and he just couldn’t move. I was at my wits end and Ms Nomates was beside herself.
We couldn’t bear the thought of having him put down so as a last resort we called the Car Doctor.
I don’t know if you have ever experienced a religious moment but what happened was life changing. The Doctor lovingly tested every wire, fuse, circuit and sinew in that car’s body.
His bedside manner wouldn’t go amiss in our local hospital. Meticulously and painstakingly he operated on our dying child as we watched in tears sensing that there was no hope. A light appeared in the sky and suddenly Ronnie gasped for air.
He was alive but could the Car Doctor take him off life support and would he live a normal life? Eureka! As if by magic he brought Ronnie back from the dead.
Ronnie is alive. Some of his vital functions have been irreparably damaged but he can run, flash his lights, indicate and wash his own windows.
His radio has had it and worse than that his horn has had to be doctored but he is still here and that is all that matters.
The Car Doctor was referred to me by that great car body surgeon, Auto Body Care in Winnington, not to be confused with Otto Body Care in Switzerland who does boob jobs.
