Sunday, on our way to the Wal-Mart SuperCenter to buy groceries, the trunk of our car broke. Yes, that’s right, it broke. I went over a dip in the road, the trunk popped open, I pulled over and My Husband got out to close it. We had really thought that The Diva had pulled the release lever and that was why it had come open.
It was broken.
On our way to Wal-Mart to spend a nice sized gift certificate on food for the week.
Oh the irony!
Hubby tried to tie it down with some rope he found in the trunk so that our happy asses could be on our way, but it didn’t exactly work in a way that would make the trunk seem completely closed. It was bouncing up and down on the freeway.
The part of the latch that is bolted to the frame of the car broke off because the metal that it was attached to disintegrated. The car is old. But I never thought this would happen. The latch itself is intact, but the frame needs to have a new piece of metal welded to it so that the bottom part of the latch can be reattached to the car.
Then on Monday after dropping Hubby off at work and The Diva at school, the rope that was used to secure the trunk lid down, broke, as I was coming into our driveway. I could not actually drive the car anywhere with it flopping and bouncing all over the place like that, so I found a wire hanger and tried to use that to secure it down. It was not good. I do not possess the strength to pull a thick wire like that taught through relatively small openings.
Luckily our neighbor came to the rescue by using some thinner wire and completely securing the trunk down. You cannot tell there is any problem with it.
You also cannot open it.
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