Coffee and Toyota 4 runners
I arrived at Burbank airport yesterday on four hours of sleep, a double shot mocha, and an empty stomach. I was home for winter break. I guess you could call it a very short break, only five days to see all my friends, visit with my dad, and finish christmas shopping. Elenna, who flew with me, are greeted by Mark and Matt, who, without the presents we requested, were kind enough to sit in traffic for an hour on our behalf. We eat, fuck around for a bit at Mark's and then I leave with my dad to eat again. Joey and I decide to go to Lydia's house because it had been too long since the three of us had sat around Lydia's room doing nothing. At 12:00 am we get hungry and decide to drive to Hollywood because we're teenagers and have nothing better to do. After much trouble getting the key to turn in the ignition or her mom's 4 runner, Lydia starts the car and we are on our way to a town of food and sketch balls. We arrive at swingers, a "hip, place to be" type of place which serves food and drink until 4 am. We order some mac and cheese, fries, and an english muffin and devour it all. At 1:30 we walk back to the car while discussing how pleasant the heater will eventually feel. Once again the key does not turn. By this point, I feel like I have bleeding ulcers and need to pass out. It had been a long 48 hours. Lydia jiggles the steering wheel and the key still does not turn. AAA comes to the rescue 15 minutes later, but the only words the "car expert" had to say were "there is something wrong with the ignition." Ok, well that's nice Mr. AAA nightshift man, but we had places to go, beds to sleep in. We climb into triple A man's truck while he latches the stubborn four runner to the back to his AAA truck.The vague sent of nog champa fills the air. I see an inscription in arabic on his triple A call box. We sleep while he drive us back to the valley. Twenty minutes into the drive I realize that I have been rather rude to the AAA man. He he was towing Lydia's car back at 2:00 am and I hadn't asked him anything about his life. It turns out that these AAA nightshift workers have rough lives. We discussed his shifts which start at 7 pm and end at 7 am and his lack of a decent break. When AAA man comes to the rescue of desperate people, some actually act in anger towards this poor man. We arrived back to Lydia's house and 2:40 and said our goodbyes to our hero. I watched as he drove away, never knowing how much I truly appreciated his efforts. Lydia drove me home and I climbed into my bed at 3:00am. I was a long day, a very long day.