My daughter left her car parked behind my truck for sale a couple of days ago. She claims it was out of gas and would not start. I dumped a couple gallons from the gas can in there and hopped in to run over and fill it for her. It wouldn't turn over. What the heck? I look under the hood and her battery cables are filthy. I had told her to clean the connections a month before when I was under there. She never did it. She could have been calling me from the mall, stuck in the parking lot. Instead, it's dead blocking me in so I had to take care of it. I thought about just shoving it down the driveway into the street. Anyway I clean the negative connection but I couldn't get the positive one off. The bolt on the post-clamp connection was frozen solid. I worked it, sprayed it, everything but it wouldn't budge. Finally I cut the dang thing off, cleaned everything and found a new connector in my "everything" box in the garage. I made a new cable end that bolts to the old cable. So about an hour and a half has gone by and she comes home in Mom's car and is now going to assist me. She pulls the truck next to her car so we can jump it and it fires right up. She gets some gas money from me an hops in and takes off with tunes blasting. By then I forgot where I was going in the first place so I pick up all the tools, put everything away and go in the house. I open the fridge to grab a beer and then it hits me where I was going. We're out of beer.