Nov 27, 2008 00:28
I had an insane time getting to San Jose. First, my car wouldn't start so I called AAA to send cute dude over to help. (They very rarely fail to do that.) Once he'd tried everything he could think of and I had resigned myself to taking the train, it started! Yay. So I'm driving down 280, maybe one exit from Daly City, when I hear this awful grinding noise to my left.
YEAH MY TIRE. It popped. So I pull over and call AAA again and the lady is really nice and calming and using my name a lot in that soothing attention getting kind of way. She agrees to send another hot guy over to help and gives me a couple phone numbers to tire places in the area. It's almost six by now, the night before Thanksgiving, and my hopes are like, around my feet or something. A cop shows up and waits in his car while I wait for the tow dude, which is nice. He rattles off the number of another tire place.... which doesn't go through. But that's all right! He tried.
Tow guy shows up and tucks me away into his truck where it's pretty warm and kind of loud with the transmitter but that's all right. He says Sears Auto should be open since it's connected to the mall. So we go there and HEY! My car won't start again. He jumps it for me. The kid at the tire place does not look me in the eye once during our whole transaction. They are really expensive there. I ended up dropping an hour and a half and over a hundred dollars for a new tire.
Bastards.
bastards,
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