If you know me in real life, you know that my car is a piece of shit (POS for short). As I write this, I am currently sitting on the side of the road waiting for my POS to get towed…again.
Let me set the scene. There’s a hurricane coming in a few days, and classes at the high school where I teach were canceled for Thursday and Friday. The classes were canceled at the college I attend as well, but again, only for Thursday and Friday. I, being the poor, unfortunate soul that I am, have class on Wednesdays about 30 minutes from where I live. Being a good student, I left my house with plenty of time to account for traffic and the pit-stop I needed to make for dinner. I was about 13 minutes from the campus, according to my lovely GPS, when bam! Out of nowhere my car’s heat gauge spikes northward. Having been through this before, I turned my heat on immediately. This seemed to quell the angry gauge for only a few moments because up it went again.
Accepting defeat, begrudgingly, I put on my hazard lights and pulled over to the side of the road. My first call was to my mother to vent about the so-called “repair” I had had a few months ago, and the second call was to the lovely, AAA (a.k.a #5 on my speed dial). The dispatcher informed me that I couldn’t be towed over 10 miles because of hurricane prep, and the place I wanted to have the car towed to was a whopping 11 miles away.
Livid does not begin to describe my emotion at this point. I reluctuntly agreed to have the car towed within the 10-mile limit, and she informed me that the truck would be there within the hour.
So, there I sat in my car on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. The sun beat down through my windshield; the humidity seeped in through my windows; the mosquitoes flew in and bit me on the arms. I took several dumb Snapchat photos and began typing this post while I waited.
When the tow truck arrived, the man hitched and loaded my car and told me he’d take it wherever I wanted it to go. He should have been riding a white stallion instead of driving a white truck. Though, I don’t think it would have been nearly as efficient and PETA probably would have gotten involved.
I digress. The point is: today sucked and my car is a piece of crap, but the kindness of a stranger made it all okay.
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