Ah, my good friends.  Yet another week of pure and unadulterated displays of idiocy and foolishness that would amaze and astound all who dared to gaze upon the stupidity that they so confronted.

   This week's idiot is me.

   Nick.

   Might as well be honest.  I wasted almost 2 hours or so because I didn't take one minute to think.  Even geniuses make mistakes.  However, this mistake is especially deserving of an award (an award similar to the one that Greg stole from me).
 

   So, I start my car and the power cuts off.  The starter does nothing.  I try to start again, but there is absolutely no power.  Most of the time, people would assume that there was something wrong with the battery.  No lights, no dash, no electricals, so it must be the battery, right?

   Well, right.  But not necessarily the battery is dead.  I made the assumption, forgetting that I had been under the hood the other day looking for spark plugs (to help a stranded motorist at Denny's at four in the morning.  By the way, Denny's is now closed at the late night/early morning hours on Tuesday and Wednesday nights.  I was surprised, too.)

   So, foolish me runs inside asking for some help getting a jump.  Donna, bless her soul, lets me use her van.  She also asked me to take Charlie to help.  Thanx for trusting me.

   Either way, we then spent the next hour some trying to 'charge' my battery.

   The evidence was there.  The battery was charged.  I knew it.  I should have, at least.  Spent a good bit of time charging a charged battery.

   Finally, I discovered the problem.  One of the terminals wasn't properly connected.  Something was obstructing the electricity flow.  I'm not a car genius, but I do know when electricity needs toying with.  And toy I did.

   Fixed it!  Car started.

   I had called my dad to say the car wouldn't start, unnecessarily worrying everyone.  I wasted more of Donna's gas than she could possibly know.  And I wasted my time.
 

   Still need more evidence?  Come on, people, I'm sure all of you can think of some reasons.  I mean, I'm not asking for you to email me a huge list or anything, but just think about it.  Additionally, consider what I waste my time on.  This webpage, for example.  According to a reliable Read family member, it is both 'a bitch' and 'whacked'.  Ouch.

   Anyway, come back for next week's IotW.  I'm sure they can do something more spectacular than screwing up their car.  Speaking of screwing and cars, isn't it funny how my car wouldn't start and Jenn just happened to be visiting?  I wonder...