…confirmation bias can lead you to error.
So I’m coming home from the Monday morning water run, right? And I get to the wash…
…and the engine goes Vroom but does not propel the Jeep in any direction. I figure the trans lost pressure, since it’s still kind of cold. Press the gas again. Vroom, no movement. A third time, same result. This is bad. Has the trans chosen this inconvenient moment to stop pining for the fjords and become no more? Has it passed on? Ceased to be? Expired and gone to meet its maker? Is it a late transmission? Bereft of life, does it rest in peace?
I despair and begin concocting strategies to get six gallons of water and two grocery bags through half a mile of soft sand. A few terrible seconds pass before it occurs to me to check whether that falling water bottle hasn’t knocked the shift handle out of drive. Which, of course, it has.