Comedy of errors?
My day started when my mother woke me up with a call informing me that her car died at the post office and my brother and I were to come rescue her and drive her the rest of the way to work. Being stand-up chirren and not assholes, we rolled out of bed and drove 2 cars to get her--my brother's so he could get a new battery (in case that was the problem), and the Volvo so I could drive my mom to a SECOND postal location, then to her work.
Once I saw her safely installed in her office chair, I drove back to the 1st post office to wait for the tow since the new battery did nothing for the kinetic state of the vehicle. GEICO (that lizard rat BASTARD) is supposed to pay for emergency tows, but they say only 5 miles are covered, each following miles costs a cool 4 bucks each. Tremendous, whatever, the car isn't going to get to the garage on its own. Great, so my brother and I wait two hours in the Volvo with the AC blasting (the thing is 15 years old, so I use that word loosly) and the radio needing to be reset. Finally, a tow truck shows up. Rodney the tow man was surprised to find a minivan rather than the Geo Tracker his dispatcher promised. I detected no disappointment on Rodney's part, though his dispatcher insisted that our insurance only covered our Geo. Too bad since we've never owned a Tracker.
So we pay the big bucks to get the thing towed, finally, my brother gets in his car, pulls out of the parking lot, I put the Volvo into reverse and 3 feet out of the parking space, the fucker dies. Oh, yeah, Rodney is still backing his truck up to the minivan, and my car dies. I use my guns to push the thing back into the space, call Travis to come get me, and drive away.
As soon as we get home and update the folks on the situation, brother gets a call saying that the tow truck is there looking for a white minvan that is not there. Oh.
Seriously, though, if you've waited two hours for the tow and one drives into the parking lot where you are, you flag them down because of COURSE it's for you. How could there possibly be anyone else in the neighborhood post office who needs a tow as well? I'm sending some "my bad" vibes into the air to balance any bad karma I accumulated by bogarting the Geo Tracker's tow. I called the company that took our car and explained so hopefully when Geo calls they'll have some clue as to what's going on.
I shouldn't be surprised about this, our cars are always needing something done. We have a close, personal relationship with Wayne, the shop manager. If we add up the ages of our cars they could apply for social security, so it's like we're just trying to keep them out of a home. One of these days they're all gonna go into hospice care and we're gonna have a hard time.
Once I saw her safely installed in her office chair, I drove back to the 1st post office to wait for the tow since the new battery did nothing for the kinetic state of the vehicle. GEICO (that lizard rat BASTARD) is supposed to pay for emergency tows, but they say only 5 miles are covered, each following miles costs a cool 4 bucks each. Tremendous, whatever, the car isn't going to get to the garage on its own. Great, so my brother and I wait two hours in the Volvo with the AC blasting (the thing is 15 years old, so I use that word loosly) and the radio needing to be reset. Finally, a tow truck shows up. Rodney the tow man was surprised to find a minivan rather than the Geo Tracker his dispatcher promised. I detected no disappointment on Rodney's part, though his dispatcher insisted that our insurance only covered our Geo. Too bad since we've never owned a Tracker.
So we pay the big bucks to get the thing towed, finally, my brother gets in his car, pulls out of the parking lot, I put the Volvo into reverse and 3 feet out of the parking space, the fucker dies. Oh, yeah, Rodney is still backing his truck up to the minivan, and my car dies. I use my guns to push the thing back into the space, call Travis to come get me, and drive away.
As soon as we get home and update the folks on the situation, brother gets a call saying that the tow truck is there looking for a white minvan that is not there. Oh.
Seriously, though, if you've waited two hours for the tow and one drives into the parking lot where you are, you flag them down because of COURSE it's for you. How could there possibly be anyone else in the neighborhood post office who needs a tow as well? I'm sending some "my bad" vibes into the air to balance any bad karma I accumulated by bogarting the Geo Tracker's tow. I called the company that took our car and explained so hopefully when Geo calls they'll have some clue as to what's going on.
I shouldn't be surprised about this, our cars are always needing something done. We have a close, personal relationship with Wayne, the shop manager. If we add up the ages of our cars they could apply for social security, so it's like we're just trying to keep them out of a home. One of these days they're all gonna go into hospice care and we're gonna have a hard time.