There are few things that embarrass me.  I will get coffee in track pants, I will make a scene about something minute in public, I fall down a lot.  But today I decided this has got to change.....

No longer can I claim to be an adult if my car window crank is actually a vice grip.  It wasn't  the makeshift gadget itself that embarrassed me, or the threat of being trapped in a submerged vehicle if my car were ever to veer into an icy lake, but rather the day that the vice grips slipped and fell under my seat while I was in line for Tim Hortons, that shamed me into actually rectifying the situation.  Holding up a Drive Thru Tim Hortons line by pulling ahead, getting out of your car and explaining why your window won't roll down will do that to you.  

 Off to the Parts Counter I went.  $31?   I think not.  This is where the "re-use" part of the 3 Rs comes into play.  

And so begins Meg's first trip to the Auto Yard.  After a few phone calls it is determined that not everyone has a 2000 Honda Civic rotting on their lot, but those who do are happy to help out.  I chatted with the guy who was prying the window crank from a Blue Civic that came to an unfortunate end.  The most interesting thing he's ever found in a wrecked car?  $22 and a ratchet set.  I was hoping for something more dramatic I guess....

 The next time I need a new car part, I'm totally hitting up the junk yard first.  I will however, wear flats.  I think it will help me fit in better.