After teaching my night classes on Thursday, my car wouldn’t start.  (I’m going to interject a mini-story.  My thoughtful husband put jumper cables on the floor of my passenger seat when he jumped/drove my car.  After a week, I told him that I didn’t appreciate his slovenly behavior and I fixed it myself by putting the jumper cables in the trunk.  He responded that he was concerned that my battery might be SO dead the next time that I wouldn’t be able to open my trunk using the button.  My key does not fit the trunk.  Who ever heard of such??  My key resembles the graph of f(x)=x^3  and the keyhole resembles  f(x)=-x^3.  Weird.  Anyway, I told him that the likelihood that my car wouldn’t even have enough juice to pop the trunk with the button was slim.  Well, it was SO dead that it lacked the energy to pop the trunk with the button.  He is completely authorized to say, “I told you so.”  I had jumper cables…but I couldn’t get to them.)

From the outside of the building, I called to the custodian in the third floor of the breezeway (the doors were already locked to all of the entrances) that my car wouldn’t start and would he radio security for me.  He tried.  Security was not available.  He came down stairs, got some cables from another custodian (with the warning that they may not be functional), and drove over to my car.  He started his engine and attached the cables to his battery.  He couldn’t make the two free ends spark (actually, I assume that’s what he was doing).  He said, “It’s not working.”  He pondered.  He took the cables off his battery.

THEN, he unstrapped his battery while his car was running, flipped it over, pressed it against my battery, and told me to start my car!  It worked!  Not only was I humbled by his concern for my safety, but that was a cool trick!  It’s logical that it would work, but the execution was very impressive.