Car trouble

I turned the ignition and heard a disgruntled choking sound from the hood of my car engine. It finally chose to stop working at the fueling station. The service guy glanced at me and responded confidently.
"Its your battery. Give me a moment and I will attend to that." A woman alone + a car = helpless, luckily a fuel station is rarely quiet. Three strangers jumped out of a van and also rushed to my aid.
"Can you lift the hood, maam?", said one of the three men hovering anxiously over my car hood.
"In a minute," I answered while fumbling with the switch which I imagined would be somewhere below the steering wheel.
"We need to look at the engine, maam?" the mustached guy sounded impatient. I was sweating with embarrassment because I was not able to locate this magic switch. Truthfully, ever since I bought this car, I never had the need to lift the hood. It is known accepted fact that the men in our family took care of any car-related stuff. Feeling defeated, I stepped out of the driver's seat and left the rest to the expert.
The rest of my Saturday went without a hitch. Work is very much easier to figure out but cars are not very much of a mystery either. At the moment, with all these men mechanics around us, it will be quite safe to entrust these greasy stuff in their capable hands.
p/s I learnt something new today. I had a maintenance-free car battery.

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