Car Troubles

My car needs Red Bull. Okay, she needs a little more than Red Bull as she's sitting in her "room" dead. (Tes, my car has a room. I love my car. She takes me to work. Makes sure I'm safe. And carts around me and all my stuff. I bought a house because I needed a garage for my car. To protect her from hail, other cars who might ding her doors, and anyone who might use her again as a jungle gym. Do you get the message? I HEART MY CAR).

Left work today, went to the grocery store, on to Blockbuster, and then I couldn't leave the Blockbuster parking lot. She was dead, and ate my car key. She wouldn't let it go. I was able to have a very nice Blockbuster employee jump the battery, with much difficulty. Got home, and tested the theory that if I got home, then surely I had enough battery to restart. Nope. Dead. So Keith came over to help me jump the car. And still nothing.

I'm hoping it's just a battery issue. I bought a new one last July, 7/23 to be exact cuz doncha know I kept the receipt. It's still covered under warranty, but now I've got to get her towed to have her checked out. Keeping my fingers crossed that this little escapade is a relatively inexpensive one.