Yesterday was great fun for the most part, but ended with a ppphhhhhttttt. After a yummy dinner of jerk pork with black-eyed pea relish and sweet potato, I dropped my car off at the mechanics, then borrowed my parent's truck to use as a loaner. Half way home the temperature guage shoots to the max and I pull over. I keep that little plastic AAA card and their toll-free number with me at all times, and with cell phone in hand start dialing. In less than 40 minutes my knight in shinging armor arrives, courtesy of Bubba Diass towing, and takes me and the truck back to Mom & Dad's. By 9:30pm, I had reclaimed by car from the mechanic and was heading home.
You young whippersnappers have no idea how good you have it. I broke down on GA 204 - 1 mile over a bridge in one direction to the nearest phone. Up until 10 years ago, I would have been making that walk of shame. Nowadays, the inconvenience of sitting on the side of the road with the emergency flashers clicking is an opportunity to stop and smell the roses.
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