Technology- wasn't it supposed to make life easier?

In November, I went up to NYC to visit my (as I lovingly call her) baby cousin (she's 27). The second night I was there, she had a little par-tay at her apartment. The champagne (and Sweet Tea Vodka) were flowing. And I got hammered. The result of getting hammered meant that I actually fell down at one point (shocking because I am a pretty coordinated drunk). And when I fell down, I spilled Sweet Tea Vodka on my phone. So I had to get a new phone once I got home.

I decided I had to have a phone with a full keypad and I did NOT want a Blackberry. So I ended up with the HTC Tilt 2. After about a week, I decided I didn't love it, but that I'd try to like it. After about a month, I knew I hated it. But by that point, it was too late to return it. Then, it got attitude with me.

Didn't you know that electronics can get attitude? Well, they can. And the Tilt did. It started freezing up while I would be typing a text message. Then, after a few more months, it started turning off when I would V-E-R-Y gently place it on my bed. Finally, I had enough. So last week, I headed to AT&T to make a change. That change was LEGEND- wait for it- DARY. I cracked and bought....

an iPhone

Holy crap- what took me so long?! Why did I think I wouldn't like the iPhone? Am I crazy? Short answer- yep. I am.

The thing is- now that my phone is finally working, another piece of "advanced, foreign" technology hasn't been.

The Mercedes.

Last summer, I was in Charlotte for a bachelorette party (super fun!). And all of a sudden, the air conditioning in the back seat turned into heat. And I mean BLAZING hot HEAT. It's still like that.

Last winter, I was driving up to Sparkle City. The car started getting a little warm, so I turned the heat off. And for the next hour, it kept turning itself back on every time I turned it off.

Last week, I was coming home from work and decided to hit up 5 Guys for dinner.
On a side note, why do the 5 Guys guys stare at me when I order the regular cheeseburger instead of the little one? They always ask me if I'm sure that I want the one with 2 patties. I do. That's why I ordered it, thank you very much. And if you want, I'll eat it here and prove that I can finish it. Because I can. But back to the story.
I was in the center lane of Forest Drive, attempting to turn left. And my car turned itself off as I sat there. Pardon? Black Betty- what's going on with you?

The next day, I left for work and Black Betty sounded a little odd. That's because the rear passenger side tire was flat. And as I sat there in my car, waiting for my mom and a tow truck, Black Betty decided to turn off. Again.

The guys at my tire place decided to check Black Betty out for me. And found nothing wrong with her. She didn't turn off. She ran like a dream.

Saturday, I went over to Irmo for a mani/pedi and some errands. While there, my car decided to not start. Eventually, once the towing guy showed up, she started right up. With the check engine light a-blazing. As soon as I got to my office (where I decided to leave her so she could go to the shop first thing Monday morning), she decided to turn off again.

This morning, we decided to use my car to drive to court. And again, she wouldn't start up. The guys were able to give her a little jump and get her a new battery. I don't think that will stop her from continuing to act up. I think she needs a new computer. Or a new spirit.

Oh Black Betty- I loved you. But Christine- no such love for you. That's right- I have re-named my car. She is possessed. No seriously. She is.