So of course my door handle started working again yesterday, just in time for me to take it into the garage today.
Hello nice car guys, my door handle wasn't working, then was, then wasn't and now is.
Cars are tricky like that.
It is as though the inside door half and outside door half have become separated from each other.
Ok. I will take a look and call you.
Well it has been 2.5 hours and they haven't called back, which is confirming my suspicion that my car is some kind of doomsday device of Dr. Who-esque origin and I have unwittingly caused the demise of my awesome car dudes. Which sucks because they are kind of cute and can fix cars and what else does a single gal need in a man?