This is the shape of the warning light that popped up on Volvo's dash when I was driving home from Courtney's house on Saturday night. Generally, when Volvo flashes a warning light at me, it's not a good sign. It usually means Volvo and I will be visiting the mechanic and it will cost us hundreds--if not thousands--of dollars. Needless to say, I was a bit upset when I saw a heretofore unseen warning light, especially since I had NO idea what it indicated.
The conversation went like this:
Volvo: Ping!
Me: Wait. What's that? What does that mean?
Volvo: La la la la la la....
Me: What? What is it? What does that symbol mean? Half circle-ish thing with lines?
Volvo: Hmm hmm hmm hmm....
Me: WHAT?? We're out of orange juice? We need pulp-free? You're sensitive to acids? WHAT????!!!!
Volvo: [quiet chuckle]
Me: Fine. I'm too tired to worry about it. I'll look at it tomorrow.
Volvo: Sure. That's fine. I'm not all that expensive to fix, when you've driven me. ON AN INJURY.
Me: DAMMIT. Fine! I'll look at the book when I get home. I can't look right now; I'm driving.
Volvo: Perfectly reasonable. How many miles is it to the house? On the freeway? At night?
Me: ARG!!!!!! Where's a parking lot?? Where's a damn parking lot?????
Volvo: Well, there's one we're just about to pass--oh. Okay. I guess we're pulling in, Mario Andretti.
Me: You shut up. Where's the book? Okay, index...warning lights...Rear fog light?
Volvo: Yes!
Me: You have rear fog lights?
Volvo: Tcha! Of course I do.
Me: Well, how did that get turned on? How do I turn...seriously? This switch? That's what this was all about?
Volvo: Well, it was this or the Hokey Pokey.
Me: [thunking head against steering wheel]
Volvo: Heehee!
Volvo has a mean sense of humor.
