After doing laundry this morning, and finally getting clean sheets, Tony and I went on a little trip around in his car. He'd been having trouble with his battery the last couple of days, and we'd gone out to replace it yesterday. This didn't seem to fix the problem, as it proceeded to die twice in parking lots, and then, while we were attempting to get back to Troy, died on the highway. We managed to limp off an exit and started calling around to see if we could A) figure out what was wrong and B) see if anyone in the vicinity could help us.
As we're sitting on the side of the road and trying to figure out what to do, a cop pulls up behind us and gives us a hand locating a nearby Firestone, which is the only car repair shop that's open on Sundays. Mind you, it's about 4:40 at this point, and Firestone closes at 5:00 PM.
Oh goody.