After yet another 10+ hour work day, I stopped at Sonic for a BLT and big diet coke for dinner. I was chatting with Laura, so I pulled up to a carhop slot and parked instead of going through the drive thru.
After dinner was delivered, I turned the key to crank up the Element - and nothing happens. Dead as a doornail. I told Laura I had to get off the phone and deal with this. I sat for a minute trying to figure who I could bother on a Friday night to bail me out.
Then I remembered - I had the good luck to have my car die right next door to an auto parts store. I hotfooted it over to the store, they came over and jumped it off for me, then put a new battery in and I was on the way home before the ice started to melt in my coke.