After having someone stand behind my car while I stepped on the break and turned the turning signal on, I learned it was the break light. Duh.
For over a week, I kept putting it off. Sometimes, somethings should not be put off. So, today I listened to that voice in my head. (stop laughing)
When I got off work, that little indicator light would not shut up. I called the shop where I get my car serviced thinking it can't cost all that much for them to do it for me - save on time and besides, it is blazing hot outside.
Them: (shop name) How may I help you.
Me: I was wondering how much you all (yes, I live in the south now) would charge for replacing a tail light in a Toyota Camry (obviously not the car in the picture here, but the correct light is out).
Them: It depends. But, I am sure it wouldn't cost more than twenty dollars.
Me: Thank you. Do I need an appointment?
Them: Not at all. Just bring it by anytime.
Me: Thank you. I'll do that.
Now, that wasn't verbatim. I must have sounded like a blonde on the phone, but when I hung up, I said to my phone, "You gotta be kidding! I am not that stupid, thankyou."
When I got home, I had spent less than the twenty and have a bulb to spare and a couple new glasses for my hutch (there's a story for a later day).
Like a pro, I popped the old one out, and popped the new one in. Indicator light went out and I felt good. I figure my gray may not be platinum blonde after all.