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today has just been spectacular. i decided that i was going to drive to work today because it was fairly windy and i was wearing a skirt that didn't do so well in the wind (walking from my building to the parking lot, it blew up like three times). i walk to my car, turn it on, and step on the brake pedal. all of a sudden i hear a "pfsshhhhhhhhh" and the brake pedal goes all the way to the floor. now, it was early, i was still very tired and my caffeine hadn't fully kicked in yet, but i could deduce that the whole situation wasn't very good. in fact, i was having visions of that jonathan taylor thomas movie with chevy chase, where chevy chase's brakes get cut and he goes flying off a pier into the water...even though columbus and ruggles are no where near water of any sort. so i'm kind of freaking out and call my dad and explain to him what happened. he tells me to call AAA and get a tow truck and get the car towed to a shop. so i do all that and they tell me that a tow truck should arrive within the hour.
***10 minutes later***
a tow truck arrives (not a good sign because if it only took 10 minutes to get to where i was, that means it was coming from roxbury/dorchester), but its not just any tow truck. its a GHETTO'D out tow truck - i'm talking blinged out rims and airbrushing on the truck. i run over to the truck to show him where my car is, and this really really REALLY cute black guy rolls down the window. so i'm like thinking "ok, maybe this isn't so bad".
so the guy puts my car on the back of the truck and i can see 2 puddles left in the parking spot. one was smaller, more by the top part of the car, and another was like this giant fluorescenty green color near the rear left hand side of my car (sorry mother earth). but the cute tow truck driver kinda looks at my car and is like "oh, your car is fine, all it needs is some brake fluid." i'm like "do you really think that's the only problem, when there are those puddles over there?" and he was like "no those probably aren't from your car." i'm like "but they are from my car 'cause my car is the only car that's been parked here since sunday." he was like "no, they probably aren't. i'll just take you to a gas station where you can buy some brake fluid." i was like "no, its ok, just take me to the shop that my dad told me to go to, over on commonwealth." yeah buddy, i may look dumb, but i'm not THAT dumb.
so we get into the car and like the cute guy starts backing up SUPER FAST with my car behind him. i'm like "wow. i'm totally impressed with your backing up skills" sort of half hoping that he wouldn't ram my car into a pole. we keep driving down columbus, and turn onto mass ave. while on mass ave, the car in front of us stops to make a left hand turn, which is perfectly fine and legal. the cute tow truck driver decided that he didn't like that, so he honked for like 5 minutes straight, while swerving into the lane next to us and almost hitting a giant truck. while we were driving by the car that was trying to turn left, the cute tow truck driver (still engraged) takes his carton of juice that he was drinking (and was about 3/4th full) and hurls it at the stopped car's window. yeah, that's right, he threw a carton of juice at another car's window because he didn't like that he was stopped, trying to turn left onto a busy street. at that point, the cute tow truck driver ran a red light. i figured i'd give him the benefit of the doubt, you know, he just didn't see the red light because he was too busy throwing juice at another car. nope, i was wrong. apparently the cute tow truck driver decided that red lights just weren't his thing, because i think he ran at least 7 of them (i'm not even exaggerating either). and i'm not talking like pansy yellow-to-red lights. i'm talking full on hair-on-your-balls-red lights. at that point i think i started gripping the truck in hopes that i could brace myself from impending doom.
i started looking around the truck so i could distract myself from the death defying stunts this guy was pulling. i noticed he had a black rasta hat with green pot leaves on it sitting on his dashboard and we were listening to bob marley - not like popular bob marley hits, but like more unknown stuff. cool, two things that me and the cute tow truck driver have in common. then i noticed something hanging around his rearview mirror. i recognized it from my childhood days of skiing in ridiculously cold and windy conditions - it was one of those ski masks that my parents would make me wear, that covered like your nose and mouth and stuff to protect it from wind. mine were always like bright purple or electric blue or someting. however, the cute tow truck driver's ski mask was black. hmm...a black ski mask, hanging around your rearview mirror, in the middle of a boston summer where its like 95 degrees + 500% humidity? yeah. sketchy. he definitely like steals auto parts from cars, or is a gang member, or murderer or something. remember, this is all going through my head as i'm sitting right next to him.
finally we get to commonwealth ave. however, there's this really confusing split between commonwealth and beacon street - comm ave forks off to the right, where as beacon street is more to the left, but there are no real signs and everyone always mixes up which road is which. so the cute tow truck driver of course is on the beacon street side, which is the wrong side. he apparently figured out it was the wrong side too, because he then proceeded to drive down a one way street, the wrong way, to get to a mini connector road to put us back onto comm ave. and i'm not talking about like a little alley off to the side type of a one way street, i'm talking a two lane, super busy one way street. in fact, two cars were coming at us while he drove down the street. he just kind of laughed and was like "shh, dont tell anyone i did that" so out loud i was like "haha, its ok..it was an adventure", but of course mentally, i was thanking buddah, allah, god, jesus, the sacred feminine, etc etc that we were still alive and that my car (which was on the back of the truck for the ENTIRE ride) was still unscratched/undented.
after a short jaunt down commonwealth, past BU (where i mentally noted to stop for jamba juice on the way back), we finally got to the shop. i was on the phone with my dad while the cute tow truck driver was unloading my car. while i was talking to my dad, the cute tow truck driver calls me over and is like "you know, dont let them rip you off, if you dont need a brake job done, dont let them do it because they'll charge you like $500 and it'll be a rip off" so i was like "yeah, yeah, ok, thanks" because i was trying to juggle a conversation with him and my dad at the same time. so of course i'm like paying attention to my dad when the cute tow truck driver was like "so do you have a boyfriend?". i kind of just like said, without even thinking "no". then it hit me and i was like "oh shit, did i just tell this ghetto ass guy that i didn't have a boyfriend?" but then i thought "wait, he's really cute". so he was like "oh can i get your number?" and i was like "sure" and without even thinking, i gave him my real number. not a fake number, my real number.
apparently i didn't think my life had enough excitement in it, and i needed to add an element of thrill, involving a really cute black-potential-gang member-theif-murderer-tow truck driver that doesn't abide by traffic laws and almost killed me 800 times within the 20 minutes we were together. i dont know what i was thinking. apparently the fact that he was cute (and come on, you know you've always wanted to have sex with a black guy) completely erased all of the unstable aspects about him. i immediately regretted giving him my number. he was like "aiight, i'mma holla atchu, but if its not for a while, know its cause i work 6 days a week". in my head i was like "well, it could be worse. at least he has a job."
he left, i signed my car into the shop, walked to jamba juice, jumped on the green line, got to work at 12:30, had a long lunch at cpk with my fellow coops, comforted a co-worker that got fired for no reason, stayed till 8:30 at night, and came home. and that, in a very big nutshell, was my spectacular day.
***10 minutes later***
a tow truck arrives (not a good sign because if it only took 10 minutes to get to where i was, that means it was coming from roxbury/dorchester), but its not just any tow truck. its a GHETTO'D out tow truck - i'm talking blinged out rims and airbrushing on the truck. i run over to the truck to show him where my car is, and this really really REALLY cute black guy rolls down the window. so i'm like thinking "ok, maybe this isn't so bad".
so the guy puts my car on the back of the truck and i can see 2 puddles left in the parking spot. one was smaller, more by the top part of the car, and another was like this giant fluorescenty green color near the rear left hand side of my car (sorry mother earth). but the cute tow truck driver kinda looks at my car and is like "oh, your car is fine, all it needs is some brake fluid." i'm like "do you really think that's the only problem, when there are those puddles over there?" and he was like "no those probably aren't from your car." i'm like "but they are from my car 'cause my car is the only car that's been parked here since sunday." he was like "no, they probably aren't. i'll just take you to a gas station where you can buy some brake fluid." i was like "no, its ok, just take me to the shop that my dad told me to go to, over on commonwealth." yeah buddy, i may look dumb, but i'm not THAT dumb.
so we get into the car and like the cute guy starts backing up SUPER FAST with my car behind him. i'm like "wow. i'm totally impressed with your backing up skills" sort of half hoping that he wouldn't ram my car into a pole. we keep driving down columbus, and turn onto mass ave. while on mass ave, the car in front of us stops to make a left hand turn, which is perfectly fine and legal. the cute tow truck driver decided that he didn't like that, so he honked for like 5 minutes straight, while swerving into the lane next to us and almost hitting a giant truck. while we were driving by the car that was trying to turn left, the cute tow truck driver (still engraged) takes his carton of juice that he was drinking (and was about 3/4th full) and hurls it at the stopped car's window. yeah, that's right, he threw a carton of juice at another car's window because he didn't like that he was stopped, trying to turn left onto a busy street. at that point, the cute tow truck driver ran a red light. i figured i'd give him the benefit of the doubt, you know, he just didn't see the red light because he was too busy throwing juice at another car. nope, i was wrong. apparently the cute tow truck driver decided that red lights just weren't his thing, because i think he ran at least 7 of them (i'm not even exaggerating either). and i'm not talking like pansy yellow-to-red lights. i'm talking full on hair-on-your-balls-red lights. at that point i think i started gripping the truck in hopes that i could brace myself from impending doom.
i started looking around the truck so i could distract myself from the death defying stunts this guy was pulling. i noticed he had a black rasta hat with green pot leaves on it sitting on his dashboard and we were listening to bob marley - not like popular bob marley hits, but like more unknown stuff. cool, two things that me and the cute tow truck driver have in common. then i noticed something hanging around his rearview mirror. i recognized it from my childhood days of skiing in ridiculously cold and windy conditions - it was one of those ski masks that my parents would make me wear, that covered like your nose and mouth and stuff to protect it from wind. mine were always like bright purple or electric blue or someting. however, the cute tow truck driver's ski mask was black. hmm...a black ski mask, hanging around your rearview mirror, in the middle of a boston summer where its like 95 degrees + 500% humidity? yeah. sketchy. he definitely like steals auto parts from cars, or is a gang member, or murderer or something. remember, this is all going through my head as i'm sitting right next to him.
finally we get to commonwealth ave. however, there's this really confusing split between commonwealth and beacon street - comm ave forks off to the right, where as beacon street is more to the left, but there are no real signs and everyone always mixes up which road is which. so the cute tow truck driver of course is on the beacon street side, which is the wrong side. he apparently figured out it was the wrong side too, because he then proceeded to drive down a one way street, the wrong way, to get to a mini connector road to put us back onto comm ave. and i'm not talking about like a little alley off to the side type of a one way street, i'm talking a two lane, super busy one way street. in fact, two cars were coming at us while he drove down the street. he just kind of laughed and was like "shh, dont tell anyone i did that" so out loud i was like "haha, its ok..it was an adventure", but of course mentally, i was thanking buddah, allah, god, jesus, the sacred feminine, etc etc that we were still alive and that my car (which was on the back of the truck for the ENTIRE ride) was still unscratched/undented.
after a short jaunt down commonwealth, past BU (where i mentally noted to stop for jamba juice on the way back), we finally got to the shop. i was on the phone with my dad while the cute tow truck driver was unloading my car. while i was talking to my dad, the cute tow truck driver calls me over and is like "you know, dont let them rip you off, if you dont need a brake job done, dont let them do it because they'll charge you like $500 and it'll be a rip off" so i was like "yeah, yeah, ok, thanks" because i was trying to juggle a conversation with him and my dad at the same time. so of course i'm like paying attention to my dad when the cute tow truck driver was like "so do you have a boyfriend?". i kind of just like said, without even thinking "no". then it hit me and i was like "oh shit, did i just tell this ghetto ass guy that i didn't have a boyfriend?" but then i thought "wait, he's really cute". so he was like "oh can i get your number?" and i was like "sure" and without even thinking, i gave him my real number. not a fake number, my real number.
apparently i didn't think my life had enough excitement in it, and i needed to add an element of thrill, involving a really cute black-potential-gang member-theif-murderer-tow truck driver that doesn't abide by traffic laws and almost killed me 800 times within the 20 minutes we were together. i dont know what i was thinking. apparently the fact that he was cute (and come on, you know you've always wanted to have sex with a black guy) completely erased all of the unstable aspects about him. i immediately regretted giving him my number. he was like "aiight, i'mma holla atchu, but if its not for a while, know its cause i work 6 days a week". in my head i was like "well, it could be worse. at least he has a job."
he left, i signed my car into the shop, walked to jamba juice, jumped on the green line, got to work at 12:30, had a long lunch at cpk with my fellow coops, comforted a co-worker that got fired for no reason, stayed till 8:30 at night, and came home. and that, in a very big nutshell, was my spectacular day.