That moment, when you walk out to your school bus in preparation to leave for debate tournament, you turn the key, and…nothing…crickets…😳 Oh, and did I happen to mention that I’m, 300 miles away from our bus lot?
So, what’s the first thing you do when you enter panic mode? You text both of your bosses…at six a.m. on Saturday morning😳 What on earth could either of them do, when they’re 300 miles away? The answer to that is…they get to enter the panic zone, with me! Lucky, lucky them! Aside from commiserating with me there’s really nothing they could do to assist my efforts. I wasn’t going to give up.
What to do, what to do? I’ll tell you what you do, I went back and retried everything thing I could think of to move the process along. You know, like, make sure the gearshift is in neutral. Yes, that was the first thing I checked…Been there, done that. For anyone out there, who may not know, if a school bus is in any other gear, aside from neutral, it will not start. The first time, is usually the only time, you make that mistake. It’s the first question you are asked by the mechanics when you call in about your bus not starting…”Do you have the bus in neutral?” Talk about embarrassing. So, I knew that was not the problem. I even checked the back door latch, to make sure I had the latch unlatched. That too, will have the same effect as the gearshift not being in neutral. I double and triple checked both.
Now I had to tell the debate coach that the bus wouldn’t start. Yikes…I was not looking forward to that! We were miles from the event and no other way to get the group to their tournament. So close and yet so far. Walking, was not an option.
I made one final trip back to the rear door, just to make sure I hadn’t missed something…anything!
It was dark out, so I took my phone flashlight and checked to make certain the latch was completely unlatched. It was, but noticed a little metal clip and decided to move it around just in case. Who am I kidding, it was desperation setting in.
Success! I did it…I did it… insert happy dance here! Who’d a thunk it. That teenie tiny metal clip and its precise position was the key to success. I’d like to say it was my skillful problem solving skills in action, but it was probably more like, dumb luck. That’s ok, I’ll take it! After all, dumb luck is better than no luck and infinitely better than paying to find out that a stupid metal clip needed to be in, position a, not position b. That scenario played out in our home when the disposal stopped working. We called a plumber to have it fixed only to pay him 85.00 dollars to plug the darn thing in. Yep, I just admitted that.
Always an adventure! Enjoy your weekend, y’all! 😁