One day at the supermarket, just after I had filled my trunk with groceries, I noticed a stream of fluid pouring out of the bottom of the car. I knew I had to get home before the car was once again out of action.
When I arrived, I asked my husband to take a look at the problem. Expecting the worst, I braced myself for his diagnosis.
When he came back in, he was smiling.
"It's apple juice," he said.
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