So I was heading out to go get that Brie for that cherry cheese sandwich…
…And the car wouldn’t open up.
Michelle knew where the fob batteries were, Richard handed me the mini screwdriver set, go for it.
The second tip from the right was the one.
Turns out that that screwdriver magnetized the screws, so when I went to put them back in they danced like the proverbial angels on the head of a pin and then managed to hold straight out from the tip–if, if, if I could hold my hands steady enough while trying to twist the screwdriver.
Several attempts.
And that is how I found out you can hold the screwdriver in the right hand and twist not the screw but the fob itself with your left while the magnetization holds the screw just steady enough. Give the fob a twirl. Again. Again. Again.
It worked!
So tell me why the fob with its brand new battery still doesn’t unlock the car as you approach the driver’s door, I groaned as I started to walk back towards the house thinking I had just installed a dud.
Unwilling to concede quite yet, I pressed the unlock button even though it hadn’t worked for over ten years.
Popped that lock right open, to my complete astonishment.
I don’t get it, but I’ll take it.